Taylor
Taylor closed the heavy front door as quietly as possible as she entered her parents" house, hoping they wouldn"t notice that she was back already. Everyone knew that only those who didn"t find their mate returned this early from the Crescent Lake after the morning ceremony.
Her mother"s voice came from the top of the stairs. "Taylor? Is that you?"
Holding back a sigh, Taylor froze and prepared herself for the lecture, like it wasn"t disappointing enough that she had come home alone.
"You"re back. Alone, I presume," her mother remarked icily.
"Yes, nobody bore my mark."
"Not surprising. You know, statistically, there"s a much higher percentage rate of success for shifters who are bringing someone to the lake. If you really want this to work, maybe you should keep that in mind.
