Clara was in almost too much awe of her mate, but her eyes still cast to the distancing car of Black oak. Silent thoughts shared between herself and River. Don’t leave me. A nervousness takes over the daughter of Suntra, suddenly very conscious of herself. Only a few hours ago she was with Rohan and then crying uncontrollably. Now, surrounded by pack members she didn’t know, another terrain and in the presence of her next mate for 30 more days. She inhales and exhales shakily, finally levelling her gaze to Atticus’s warm eyes. His scent engulfing her, calmness washing over her. It was like being stood in a sea breeze. “Atticus, thank you for your wonderful welcome” He hands her the flowers, taking her hand and kissing it gently.
“It was the least I could do” Before the mates of Suntra and
