Stacy’s POV
How could he do this to me? Now I had to make sure Mason was my mate; what would I do if I’m unmated and boyfriend-less at my party! Things couldn’t get any worse right now.
“Stacy! There you are,” Miranda called, waving at me from across the street.
“I spoke too soon”, I inwardly cry. “Hi, Miranda, where to next” I moan.
“Oh, well, I think I’m okay now. If you want to go do your own thing, you can; I’m heading to the pack house; is there anywhere you need to go I could drop you there” she offered; she was borrowing my dad’s car today, so really, she had to drive me wherever I wanted to go.
“I’m going there too, thanks; a lift would be great” I climb into the passenger seat and let my mind drift.
“How on earth had he found out about Mason and me?” I wrack my brain. “
