Aurora D'Angelo / Isla Smith
I walked into my dorm.
My roommates were scattered around; none of them dared to ask where I had been.
Somehow, they knew.
I silently walked into my room.
The weight of yesterday and last night settled over me.
There was no doubt,
I could feel him.
Ashton was my mate.
As a trihybrid, things might be different for me, especially when my coming of age is at 21, due to my partial angel nature. But the obvious signs are there.
The signs were no longer subtle. They were practically flashing neon signs, dancing around in my head. A freaking carnival, if you ask me.
I grunted, burying my face in the pillow.
Now, what should I do?
Who should I talk to about this?
My roommates have been supportive, but this is nuclear.
My parents, well, they
