My wolf stirred,then it happened. A scent. The strongest scent I ever experienced.
My entire body froze,my wolf suddenly surged forward inside me.
"MATE!"
The word ran through my mind.
Slowly, I turned.
Across the pavilion stood Ragnar Blackthorne.
The world stopped,the crowd disappeared in my eyes.
His head snapped toward me,shock flashed on his face.
The Alpha looked stunned. He was my mate.
The Moon Goddess had chosen him,the strongest wolf in Silver Crest.
Tears immediately filled my eyes in joy and relief because after everything,after years of loneliness,humiliation,someone belonged to me.
I allowed myself to believe things would finally change.
Then Ragnar's expression hardened,the warmth vanished.
Whispers spread through the crowd.
"Did you feel that?"
"The Alpha fou
