Ellie’s POV
When John finally left and the door shut behind him, the room stayed heavy, like his shadow was still inside with us. The air felt stiff and thick, but my mind wasn’t even on him or his stupid ball. I didn’t care about parties or fake smiles. My thoughts were only on Ethan.
Ethan. My mate.
Yes my mate.
I knew what he had been about to say before John interrupted. I felt it. It was in the way his voice broke earlier, the way his eyes looked at me, like I was the one thing keeping him steady, but also the one thing pulling him apart. He didn’t have to say the word. I felt it in my bones. I felt it in my heart.
And the truth was, I had known for a while. His beast had been in my dreams, haunting me in a way that didn’t scare me but made me feel… whole. Sometimes it just stood
