THIRD PERSON POV
Vaden stepped into the crowded tent, his imposing figure cutting through the sea of people with ease. The crisp autumn air outside had carried with it the faintest hint of jasmine and lemon, but the moment he crossed the threshold, the scent hit him like a tidal wave. His chest tightened, his heart pounded, and his wolf, Winter, growled in raw, unbridled recognition. **Mate.**
It was her. His second chance.
The sweet, citrusy aroma was intoxicating, overwhelming his senses. Vaden staggered for a moment, his body trembling as Winter wrestled control away from him. He barely registered the sound of fabric tearing as his wolf forced the shift halfway, ripping through his clothes and elongating his claws. His sharp senses honed in on the tantalizing scent as he tilted his
