Killian watched with a smile as all the unmated werewolves got their mates. A rush of excitement flushed through his heart as he watched them jeer happily.
However, the excitement was replaced by a sudden sharp pain that threatened to tear his chest apart. He stood up immediately, panting hard as he clutched his chest with his palm.
"What…just happened?" He stuttered. His eyeballs darted sideways.
He threw a gaze around the whole pack while he panted heavily. The pain hit him the second time, much more worse than before.
He sat down gently as he observed the whole environment. He had an intuition that something was going wrong.
"Oh no! Sara!" He exclaimed as he got a hold of what the pain meant. It was their mate pull, it was their mate pull that made him feel so uncomfort
