I wake at dawn the next morning. Griffin is pacing. I know he’s marked this day to be ready to meet his mate at any second. “Let’s go for another walk Evan.”
Going down the stairs, I catch the scent of jasmine and vanilla. It almost dances in the air around me. I had a feeling last night, why I was so sad and restless. Now to see if I was right.
“Our mate, Evan.” Griffin speaks with such hope.
But I know whose room I stand in front of. And her words from last night play back in my mind. I hear others moving around the packhouse. I doubt having an audience with her discovering me as her second chance mate is the best idea.
“She may not be ours, Griffin. You heard her last night. She's scared and may need a lot of time before she can handle a mate bond. Let’s go to the stream, give her
