Sloane's POV
Mate?
That voice hit me like a lightning bolt.
My body went electric, hands trembling slightly.
I knew that voice—the little she-wolf from my dreams. Her tone was unmistakable.
Could it be her? My wolf? Maybe she wasn't fully awakened yet?
I reached inward again. This time, the golden light in my mind flared brighter, taking an almost wolf-like shape—shimmering, quivering with anticipation.
Testing the connection, I whispered internally.
Was that you? Are you saying this tall, handsome guy is our mate?
The voice felt faint, distant. Maybe I'd imagined it.
The little wolf didn't answer. She seemed to drift back to sleep.
I wanted to keep calling to her, but footsteps interrupted me—dress shoes clicking against the floor.
I looked up and saw the tall gentleman steppi
