We sit on the ground, eating the cupcakes and the snacks, and I ask, “You’ll be coming to the mating gathering this weekend, right? Did you get a dress?”
“My friend gave me one as a birthday gift,” she tells me, munching on a puff pastry meat pie. “She also got me some shoes. She knew what would look good on me. She’s a romantic at heart.”
“And, I take it, you’re not?” I study her.
Alice scoffs. “I’m just going to the mating gathering because I can’t find a way to get out of it. It’s going to be a waste of time. I would rather be anywhere else.”
I frown. “Don’t you want to find your fated mate? You know, this is the only time, once a year, when our wolf spirits search for their mates. You let that chance go and you may have to wait an entire year to find your fated mate.”
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