Melody’s heart raced as the man—her mate—growled. The sound reverberated through the kitchen, sending a jolt through her. Her wolf’s voice echoed in her mind, calm yet assertive. “That’s him, Melody. That’s our mate. His wolf’s name is Hades. He’s perfect.” There was a smug satisfaction in her tone.
Melody tried to shake the thoughts away. “Cool, you know his wolf’s name, but I don’t even know yours,” she replied internally, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Her wolf chuckled. “Fair point. I’m Persephone, but you can call me Sephy. And by the way, Hades has already imprinted on me. So, you might as well catch up, human.”
“Imprinted?” Melody’s confusion deepened. “What does that even mean?”
Sephy’s tone turned almost gleeful. “It’s like your human engagement. I’ve accepted it. Now you ju
