(Asher)
The night pulsed with music, laughter, and the scent of too many bodies packed into the grand hall. I stood near the edge of the crowd, drink in hand, heart a tight fist in his chest. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration—my twentieth birthday, the night I’d finally sense his mate, but... I felt nothing but dread.
Did I want this? And what about Dash?
I didn't know about my own feelings anymore. I was scared, but I didn't want to think about a mate... who wouldn't be the guy I had already fallen for. No matter how much I wished it wasn't the fact, it was.
If I found my mate tonight, I would forever feel guilty for not loving her or him... like I already loved the asshole who broke my heart.
The lights shimmered overhead, illuminating familiar faces—packmates, friends, and e
