She turned abruptly and ran, leaving behind a laughing Nick.
Branches whipped against her arms as she fled deeper into the forest, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. The tingling followed her, burning under her skin, pulsing in time with her heart.
What is happening? she screamed inside her mind. What is this?
Her wolf, Avalon, surged forward, no longer timid, no longer uncertain.
Avalon’s voice rang clear and undeniable.
We just met our fated mate.
Iva stumbled.
Her foot caught on a root, and she barely managed to stay upright as the words slammed into her like a physical blow.
“What?!” she gasped aloud. “What do you mean—what?! Fated? But it is impossible!”
But Avalon didn’t repeat herself.
Because she didn’t need to.
The red thread pulsed once more.
And the truth settled in
