I had walked ahead of the visiting Alpha as we made our way through the hallways of the packhouse, excited at the prospect of the awaiting warriors. My insides had filled with anticipation as we approached the packhouse door. My wolf whimpered in eagerness. She was slowly becoming more present as the day proceeded and the effects of the wolfsbane I assumed my father regularly slipped me eased. I liked feeling her presence, as fleeting as it may be as it came and went again. But it was there and it was something. I think she, like me, was eager at the prospect of our senses being overtaken by the scent of our fated mate. The man to save us from the hell our lives had become.
He could be out there feeling the same way too. I had seen the look within those beautiful eyes of his. The look of
