Kayla
Silence crashed over the Revelry. The drums stopped, the dancing halted, conversations died mid-sentence. Everyone stood frozen, staring at us.
Nicholas tensed beside me, his muscles going rigid beneath my fingers. I looked up at him, seeking reassurance, needing him to laugh this off as some kind of sick joke.
But his eyes were locked on Anna, and they were glowing—that ethereal golden glow that I knew all too well, which meant only one thing.
His wolf was responding.
My stomach dropped. So it was true. They were fated mates.
I always knew it was possible. Fated mates were relatively rare, but when they happened, the connection was undeniable, a bond forged by the Moon Goddess herself. And Nicholas had been a bachelor for so long before meeting me... the odd
