I watch her dance in the light of the fire. I don't know why I'm so drawn to this girl, but I can't tear my eyes away. The firelight casts everyone in warmer tones, but it almost seems to make her blonde hair gleam like actual gold. She's not dressed provocatively like everyone else tonight, even in costume. Yet, the way the gown looks on her makes my mouth water. Oran, my wolf, has been obsessing over her more than me since she ran into me earlier today. I can't figure out why. We should've recognized her as our Mate right away if that's who she is. Yet her smell, the beginning of a rainstorm that promises lightning, ensnared us enough to question it. It was so subtle. Almost not there at all. Yet, when we really tried to discern, when we almost had it, her vampire friend took her away.
