Celeste waved at Zillon as his dark grey wolf sped off into the distance. He had carried her here on his back and made sure she was settled in the pack house before leaving. But even so, Celeste felt anxious, her nose was overloaded with different scents, and her mind with thoughts.
She didn't think the pack would accept her, especially since everybody came out to greet Zillon and now they just stood, staring at her. They knew she was his mate, his scent was all over her and yet nobody has stepped forward to say hello...
She honestly felt like they didn't like her, but who would like her anyway?
Slowly turning to face them when Zillon's wolf disappeared into the forest, she smiled. Zillon had begged her to try and create a bond, and though she was hesitant, she had to try. "I-I am Celes
