Clara’s pov
The discovery happened by accident three days after the full moon.
I was restocking napkin holders at the diner when a couple walked in, both shifters, both carrying the unmistakable weight of a completed mate bond.
I felt it before I smelled them. A low, steady thread of connection that sat in the air between them like a third presence.
My newly awakened power stirred in answer, curious and sharp.
Marnie nodded at the booth by the window. “They’re all yours.”
I took the menus over. Up close the bond was even clearer, warm, settled, the kind that had been in place for years instead of weeks or months. The woman smiled politely when I set the menus down.
The man barely glanced at me. Ordinary customers. Ordinary order. Coffee, eggs over easy, toast, no conversation dir
