He presses kisses lightly along my collarbone and jaw. I moan softly as he presses sharp incisors into my over sensitive skin. I can't tell if this is a dream or reality. His flesh is hot against mine as I writhe underneath him, his muscles like steel. I feel my lips part with his name.
"Syn..."

"Yes kitty-Kat?"
My heart surges at the familiar nickname. I can't focus in on his face but his eyes are clear as day to me. Molten chocolate but darkened with desire. They are the oh so familiar eyes that have haunted my dreams for going on eighteen years...

Unknown POV:

I awaken with a groan, skin burning where her's had touched. I can still taste her on my lips. She is remembering, finally. I've been so long without her. Away from her.

My attention is pulled elsewhere as the door to my bedroom opens and all too familiar mohawk peeks through. I growl in annoyance.

"You know they have invented this really useful thing called knocking. You should try it sometime. What do you want?"

"I figured you would like to know that we have found her."

I sit upright quickly.

"Where?"

"She was spotted an hour ago leaving Georgia. There were three guys with her, they mentioned going to Shreveport."

I jump up.

"Well let's go get her!"

"It's not that easy! She hasn't gotten her complete memory back nor is she of age yet. We can't just approach her that easily. She doesn't remember you yet. We have to wait."

A low growl escapes me.

"I have waited seventy fucking years to find her and here you are telling me I can't go to her!"

I can feel the veins in my neck pulsing with my anger as I hiss this statement through gritted teeth.

"You know if it were me I'd let you go, but it's not up to me dude. I'm sorry."

Here I am so close to having her back and they tell me I can't go to her!

My mate,

My.......Katarina!

Like hell I can't!

Notes

hehehe guess who?