How could this be happening?
Seraphina stomped her foot, her radiant smile shattering into a grimace. Hiking her skirt, she stormed upstairs, her face rigid with fury.
By wolf tradition, those blessed by the Moon Goddess as destined mates would, after the bonding rite, instinctively catch each other’s wolf scent, an intoxicating pull that bound them. Yet, many in the pack fell in love naturally, their hearts choosing before their senses, catching their beloved’s scent only then—and some even spurned the Goddess’s decree.
A year ago, when Jack and Layla were paired by the Moon Goddess, neither had sensed the other’s scent. In contrast, whenever Seraphina’s wolf unleashed her fragrance, Jack was helplessly enthralled, a fact that had always anchored her confidence.
The pack’s elders had
