MIRABEL REDFORD
“I might be dreaming.” I think.
The more I think of his scent, the more I think of him. A rush of anxiety and anticipation rush through me. I search for him.
I shrug it off when I don’t find him and start looking for Xander. I remember him when we met first here, and from how he interacted with everyone, he didn’t look like someone who would cancel their meetings without telling us.
Mateo notices my worries and speaks to me through the mindlink. It feels weird and exciting at the same time. And in no time, the hatred I have for him disappears. Maybe it is because of the mindlink or because we are the only one from the Golden Wood Pack.
The excitement is toxic, and it is how I find myself chatting about something I did rather speak with Tim.
I hope my guts are right an
