Quirin
When Henry and I pulled up to the packhouse, I smelled her before I even opened the door.
“Quirin, where are you going?” Henry asks as I quickly leap out of the car and make my way to the packhouse. I ignore him. I have to see her. It’s all I can do to keep Raif under control as he pulls me into the packhouse.
Once inside, the place is packed and I can’t see her, can’t find her. Raif snarls angrily and the party guests part like the red sea.
There, across the room from me, is Kennedy. My mate.
Raif announces it before I can stop him. Part of me is thrilled. There’s always been something about Kennedy that has drawn me in, something that has made me feel protective and even possessive at times. And now, I know why, she’s my fated mate.
The other part of me knows that the words
