Becky
I pop another popcorn into my mouth as I eagerly wait for the battle of the year to begin: Misha vs. Blaze. I wouldn't miss this for anything in the world and smile at my nice view of the field. This is going to be—
"Is this seat taken?"
A male wearing a suit is standing over me. He has to be in his forties, perhaps older, with warm brown eyes that probably look as surprised as mine once the mate bond washes over us.
It settles down like a thick, fuzzy blanket, but I don't feel excited upon closer inspection of my mate.
"Aren't you too old for me?" I ask, agitated because I'm a vampire, and my mate is already greying at the temples. Seriously? This werewolf isn't going to stick around for very long... how typical.
To my surprise, the man laughs, and—without asking—the dude si
