Skylar had spent the night tossing and turning, once Harper had left, the teenager had rushed up the stairs to her room and buried her head under the covers.
She was tormented by the thoughts in her mind, trying to calm herself about the upcoming dinner and also the realisation that she had to tell her own mother about her mate and her friends. What would they say? Would they be horrified, would she find herself alone again? What about school, her peers, would they try to convince Harper to reject her or even worse outcast her too?
As her alarm sounded, she dragged herself from the bed and headed to the bathroom, grabbing a quick shower before pulling on some ripped skinny jeans and a strapless floral top, suddenly feeling the need to look better.
‘For my mate’ she breathed to herself
