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My fingers smooth the soft fabric of my midnight-blue dress - the one I bought with months of tips and savings from Jersey Store, the small café whe

de. A little makeup makes my pale skin glow, and I swipe a clear gloss over my lips before stepping out into the night a

he room, laughing, talking, waiting. My heart races as I step inside. Nobody turns to look at me. That's f

y change, the moment when I'll finally become one of them -

bones were g

ig, I didn't even

top craving m

e of the table, my mind fogging. Where's Lamen? Why do I keep thinking about him? His name echoes in my head again and again unti

luck with your first shift.

tely, but her eyes are dull and lifeless.

it?" I ask, my voice trem

ed. "You're going to need it. T

ls smaller. Then I feel it - that familiar, power

e sight of him steals the air from my lungs. His movement

re my mind can catch up, heat pooling low in my stomach. I silently beg the Moon God

matches mine. I can feel his heartbeat sy

a mess. Without a word, he pulls a tissue from his pocket and gently wipes the sweat from my fore

stays locked on him. I take a shaky s

and rough. "It's you. You're my mate. I c

t are you talking about?" I

y. "I won't hurt you anymore. Not now that I kno

false courage. "Forget it, Lamen," I manag

e fading. "I don't hate you," he says, his t

body betrays me, trembling under his touch. I notice the curv

y way of showing

beautiful, Sky. I want to make thi

eart is racing too fast to think clearly. My body feels drawn to him - a magn

his neck, his hands tracing my waist. The kiss deepens, stealing the

spins. "Wait-you have a girlf

. You're my true mate, Sky. I'm sorry for everything." He kisse

Lucien Silver, stands on the stage with a

ourselves a mate bond," he an

holding my hand. My voice catc

m dress glowing under the lights, her expression twisted with rag

h the sealing of a kiss, we have a new mate pai

others stunned. My head spins. My hear

t - a moment of pride. Instead, it's turned i