Kade’s POV
The clock chimed twelve times. With each toll of the bell, the howls grew in number, the ballroom turning into a cacophony of laughter and shouts and hurried footsteps.
Everyone was finding their mate—or at least, almost everyone.
There were some, of course, whose mates weren’t here tonight. Some who didn’t have a mate at all, by some twist of fate or another. Some who weren’t even looking.
And then there was Kade.
Kade felt the pull of the mate bond stronger than he had in months. It was like an invisible string tied to one of his ribs, tugging him in the direction of the woman he was bound to.
He knew who was on the other end—who shouldn’t have been, but somehow was, and none of it made sense.
It was the young woman who looked too much like Samantha, only a healthier ve
