Dimitry’s POV
It had been weeks now, but I could not find a single thing about her. My mate! My wolf was howling in pain whenever there was mention of mates. I still could not believe that she was there all along in the ballroom. But the only thing I knew about her was her alluring scent of lilac and her hazelnut hair. Her memories were freshly written in my mind. I could still see her back whenever I closed my eyes. The silver gown left her back naked, showing her smooth pale skin. Her brown curls were softly touching her shoulder. I wondered how it would have felt if I could have touched them. Would they be soft? Would they smell like lilac? How would have she been reacted? She was definitely a noble-born, as only nobles and royals were invited to the ball. Probably she would be shy. H
