[What's wrong?] Alex links me and I shrug, looking for the source of this scent.
[A scent. Something that is calling me towards it like a moth to a flame.] I answer, taking small steps towards the table full of food.
[s**t. Your mate is here.] I stop mid-step, shock filling me at realizing my mate is in this pack. This complicates the plan of leaving.
[Just enjoy your night, and if you meet him, you meet him. For now, focus on yourself, okay, Gemmy?] Alex advises before the link shuts off. Sighing, I take his advice and focus on enjoying my last night in this pack. Mate or not, I no longer want to be in Hidden Claws.
Spending the next hour either roasting marshmallows by the fire, keeping warm in the chilly fall night, and regretting that I didn't bring a jacket, I listen to
