THERON’S POV
My eyes scanned the room, looking for my bride and my mate. When I’d seen her huddled in the dark closet, I recognized her immediately as who I was to wed and as my mate. She looked just like her mother, from the slight tilt of her nose to her heart-shaped face, as her father had said.
When we arrived, her father greeted us, excitedly looking around for his daughter. He’d asked those around us if they’d seen her, but no one had noticed her slipping away. When her father suggested asking her friend, James, I felt a flicker of jealousy over me.
James was tall and broad-shouldered. He looked like he worked outside, which most humans in Bridgerow did. When we asked where Elara was, he looked worried. But he finally conceded and motioned towards a hallway, his gaze lowering to t
