Violet POV
‘Wake up, Violet,’ someone urged me.
I didn’t want to wake up because I was feeling so weak and drained out. A faint sound of cheer reached my ears, and I wondered if I was dreaming. As I emerged from unconsciousness, the world around me looked like a delicate watercolor painting coming to life.
The first sensation my brain registered was that of my body and something fluttering deep inside me. It was subtle but undeniable that tethered me to it.
“Violet,” I heard Alpha Dane’s soft voice and felt his finger brushing my hair gently. The distant hum of cheers, the muffled rustle of people moving, the rhythmic beat of my mate’s heart, soothed me. Why was it that the air carried a distinct scent? Of mist and pine alone with something citrusy?
I peeled my eyes open. Diffused
