Kelly

Kelly’s point of view.

My wolf has been restless recently. I’m 25 years old and still single. I’ve decided to give up on finding my soulmate. Artemis, the moon goddess, does not appear to be bestowing one on me. I opted to be the boyfriend of the king’s sister, Mia. I believe something is wrong because my wolf has been restless and panicking inside me since the morning. I get out of my room to go for a run; perhaps exercise will aid my wolf. When I smelled an enticing, tantalizing perfume. Its aroma was so appealing that I took repeated deep breaths, filling my lungs.

It appeals to both my wolf and me. Desire runs through my veins like blood, and every cell in my body craves her.

“Mate!” My wolf is ecstatic. “Mate, she’s here.” My wolf is close to the surface. He wants to take over the search for her, already showing me a different naked image of our mate.

It takes all of my willpower not to give in to his lusty demands. As much as I wished to have a mate in my arms and be the one to