Trying to move up my flight back home had been easier than I had expected. But now I would have to sit in an airport for fourteen hours before the plane would begin boarding. I was now left alone with a room full of strangers and my thoughts. The big bad wolf of Yellow Stone was broken by five feet of beauty. Who would have thought?
Almost everyone else I knew had, for the most part, grown up knowing their mates and when the time was right they grew up to love one another. Of course, Jace and Fiona were an exception to this. Izza knew nothing about me or our kind for most of her life. When she did find us, I refused to acknowledge her. It is not that far-fetched to think she preferred a chosen mate rather than a given one.
It was not long before I had dozed off, only one image stayed w
