Lycia
In a world of my own, I walk home to my empty house. I moved out of my adoptive parent’s house four years ago. I was twenty-one and decided I was ready to live alone. After scenting my mate six years ago but never finding out who he was, I waited around for a couple of years. Perhaps he hadn’t smelled my scent. I hoped he had, and he would come for me. When he didn’t, I figured he was a visitor to the Royal Pack, meaning I would never find him.
I dated some since then, but nothing ever worked out for me. I never really clicked with anyone. I do seem to have my own stalker though. Ryan is a man who asked me out six months ago. I said no because I wasn’t interested. Somewhere inside me, I still hope my mate will turn up and sweep me off my feet.
That’s wishful thinking, I know. I sh
