Andreas
In that moment, all I could think was: the Moon Goddess has forgiven me.
I held the proof of it in my hands. This single glove, marked with the scent of my new mate, meant there was finally real hope for my pack’s future. I had been given a second chance.
My head shot up and I scented wildly, searching for any trace of where the person who’d dropped this glove had gone. But all I could smell was lake water and evergreens; all I could hear was the wind sighing in the trees.
It didn’t matter. I’d search to the ends of the earth if I had to. For the first time in more than five years, I knew how it felt to be alight with hope.
Clutching the glove to my chest, I ran like a madman back to the pack settlement.
This encounter with a fated mate didn’t feel like it had when I f
