Karla's P.O.V.
I told Dylan that I would go to my room and change before going downstairs for breakfast. He offered to wait for me, but I asked him to go first, and I would follow in a while.
I needed some time alone. Too many things had happened at once, and I had to get my thoughts in order.
I entered the room and sat on my bed. My mind was a complete mess. How was it possible for Dylan and I to be mates? I left Texas and met Lydia by accident at the airport, or was it really an accident?
I closed my eyes in frustration and tried to think straight.
I have heard stories about rejected mates that found happiness with their second-chance mates. Was I one of these cases?
Dylan and I had talked once on the phone. To be more precise, we fought with each other. And then, I saw him the m
