West POV
By the time I finished changing my outfit to a more suitable one for the occasion, standing in front of my pack members that gathered to witness the mating ritual carried a different feeling, I'm itching to see my mate, to hold her near and roam my hands all over her body, her curves and look into her eyes to see the play of emotions.
Before I even see her, I could smell her, her intoxicating smell, that heady intoxicating aroma that drew me like a moth to flame, it has a strong hold on me, I scanned the crowd and saw where she was come in from, she stood but couldn't look up, her gaze was on her hands and fiddling with her fingers, a growl vibrated in my chest a primal response to her nervous energy.
I made my way to where she was standing and closed the distance between us,
