Nina
"I'd like to ask the love of my life, the woman who made me whole again," Vince's gaze finally landed on me, "to have the first dance with me.”
Thee room exhaled a collective sigh. My own confusion warred with a flicker of relief. He wasn't asking me to dance in public. But the way he'd looked at me, shook me.
“Sarah.”
Vince had uttered Sarah's name. Not me. Thank heavens. But the relief was short-lived, replaced by a prickling unease as I darted a glance towards my mother.
My wolf, oh the blasted creature. It was a constant thorn in my side tonight. With every glance Vince sent my way, the wolf went ballistic. It whined, a pathetic whimper that morphed into a demanding growl.
"Go to him," it snarled in my head, “Claim him. He's yours. Your Alpha."
Visions flooded my mind
