Coral POV
As Coral stepped out of the car and closed the door behind her, her heart raced. The night had been perfect—almost too perfect. Her fingers lingered on the strap of her bag as she paused on the porch, staring up at the moonlit sky.
“Well, that was... a lot,” she whispered to herself, her mind replaying every word Jason had said.
Her wolf, Emerson, stirred, her voice soft but curious. “You like him, don’t you?”
Coral hesitated. “I mean, yeah... of course I do. But liking him and agreeing to be his chosen mate are two different things.”
“True,” Emerson agreed, her tone thoughtful. “But you felt it, didn’t you? That pull... it’s not the mate bond, but it’s something.”
Coral sighed, leaning against the doorframe. “It’s not the same, Em. Mates are destined. This... this feels mo
