60-Rowan POV 2
The air was thick with sweat and testosterone as each alpha puffed up their chests as I went by. I didn't care. I had one goal and one goal only. Finding my mate. As we walked through the throngs of men, I would sniff casually, trying to place the scent from last night. Each time I passed and I didn't find him, Ingrid would growl angrily. "He's close. I can feel it."
We finally made it to the other side of the tournament arena and I saw him. Our eyes locked and I felt my wolf recognition hit me like a ton of bricks. He was mine. My mate. There was no denying it. Ingrid lifted her head and howled, signaling her joy. I watched his face as a plethora of emotions flashed by, only to stop on disgust and disappointment. Confusion wracked my body. Wouldn't he feel joy that we w
