Matteo:
There’s one thing I always looked forward to during every full moon: the chance to find my mate.
It sounds pathetic, doesn’t it?
Me—the Alpha King, 34 years old, powerful, feared… yet still mateless.
Sometimes I swear the Moon Goddess is screwing with me for sport.
Still, as the leader of my pack, I show up at the annual festival a bit close to the pack’s river.. It’s tradition. A night where young wolves shift for the first time, full of excitement and promise.
I’m currently sitting there, bored out of my mind, my gaze blank as I watch the ceremony unfold.
And then-
It hits me.
A scent.
Not just any scent..something mouthwatering, like fresh earth laced with pinewood and wild rain.
Where the hell is that coming from?
Even my wolf, Lyon, stirs wildly inside me, his en
