Cara
I’m sitting by the pond, waiting for Jace to arrive. It feels strange that I am Jace’s mate. Even though I wasn’t allowed to attend the celebration, I could see him from some hidden spots around the pack house where no one could notice me.
The mate bond is drawing me toward him. I see she-wolves flirting with him, and it makes me upset.
I also notice that Jace isn’t flirting back. Even though he’s smiling, his eyes don’t have the light of someone who is truly happy.
I observed that he wasn’t eating anything at the celebration. When he linked me to meet him at the pond, I decided to pack a simple basket for him. He needs to eat.
A picnic with Jace—I never would have thought this possible just yesterday. I spread the blanket out and waited for him.
I could sense when he arrived; i
