Thorn POV
As soon as the man, who I assume is Gerald, steps into the room, he is followed by two women. One is obviously his mate and the other a daughter, perhaps. She moves further into the room and my heart, which was pounding against my chest, nearly stops beating when the scent of honeysuckle invades my nose. Atticus practically whispers the word mate. Why the hell isn't he shouting it for everyone to hear? Finding our mate should have him ready to lose his sh*t. Ready to claim the other half of our soul.
The woman is beautiful with long raven-colored hair and eyes that are the color of amethyst gems. I've never seen eyes quite like them. Arden saying my name, snaps me out of my trance in time to hear her whisper the word beloved. "Well, isn't that wonderful. It looks like our alleg
