Sloane's POV
Them... all four of them? They're our mates? What the hell does that even mean?
That excited voice came again—and honestly, it was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard. I just knew it had to be my wolf speaking to me.
Sloane, I found them. Our mates. All four of them.
I could see her now—a small, golden she-wolf.
Her fur shimmered like spun gold, glowing with life and energy. Her voice rang out, clear and bright, like a nightingale's song.
Yes, you heard me right, Sloane—we have four mates!
My breathing grew heavy as shock hit me—harder than anything I'd ever felt before. It was all happening way too fast.
First, I finally connected with my wolf. And before I could even begin to process that, she dropped a bomb on me—we had four mates?!
And not just anyone—my three
