Twenty-three:
Angeline Durmond
They were traveling by plane. Quentin had already packed, and so had she. But the Prince of Wolves wanted to see them before they were going. They were called to the throne room, where the Prince of Wolves stood waiting on a throne next to his father. Prince Julian was tall, with curly blond hair, and blue eyes. Once, he had been the mate of Quentin’s sister, but she had died mysteriously before she could be claimed.
Since then, Prince Julian hadn’t found his mate. He was convinced that he wouldn’t. But Angeline had seen the visions of him with his mate. A shadowy figure he was always standing to sometimes. Angeline didn’t understand why the goddess wouldn’t show her his mate, but she knew there was someone out there, waiting.
As they approached the p
