Declan woke up disappointed to find himself hugging a pillow that smelled a lot like Everly, but she was gone. Blinking his eyes, he tried to clear the confusion from his mind. He had the most beautiful dream last night, but he couldn’t quite remember it. He remembered the feelings though. It was happiness, satisfaction, wholeness—things he wasn’t sure he had ever experienced. Declan laid there and reflected on that idea for a minute. He wondered if Everly was stirring up these feelings in him. There were moments when he thought she was his mate, but none of the normal signs were there. His wolf hadn’t claimed her, there were no tingles, and the instant connection was missing. Declan had seen enough fated pairs to know what it looked like, and his experience with Everly was not the same. O
