Damon in his wolf form runs through the forest. As he nears the lake, he slows and then stops. He can smell and hear people. He stops to listen and recognizes Talia’s voice. He slowly walks, leaving large paw prints in the soft ground.
Talia inhales deeply and smiles. Seline is in her head singing “Mate…Mate!” “Shush. We don’t have a mate.” Talia replies.
“He is mate!” She says before Talia sends her to the back of her mind.
Damon and Raglan sit behind a tree in the distance but within full view of the girls talking.
“Mate!” Raglan says.
“Let’s just watch for a while.”
“Sister is there. I can smell her scent.” The wolf says, while keeping a sharp eye.
Talia looks behind her and doesn’t see anyone. Katarina notices. “Did someone follow us? It isn’t Heather is it?” She asks.
