The others nodded solemnly, bowing their heads in quiet acknowledgment.
I headed to the kitchen to grab something to eat, and Rowan quietly slipped into the room behind me. She looked hesitant, almost shy, like she’d been working up the courage to say something.
“What’s going on?” I asked, turning to face her.
“Well… you know how there are second-chance mates?” Rowan began, fidgeting with her hands.
“Yeah,” I said slowly.
“I found mine,” she admitted, a small smile tugging at her lips. “He was in Thorne’s pack this whole time. He lost his mate a few years ago, and I… I guess we just found each other.”
“That’s great, Rowan. Who is he?” I asked.
“His name is Reeve,” she said softly.
“Oh yeah, I remember him,” I replied with a nod.
Rowan’s expression sobered, and her voice faltered.
