Scarlett's POV
"Mate," my wolf howled again.
My heart stuttered, then raced as her words sank in. Could it be? Was my mate here in the packhouse tonight?
The thought sent a rush of excitement through me as my wolf urged me to go investigate, but I didn't want to go in my wolf form. Consequently, I shifted back into my human form, and this time, the pain wasn't quite as unbearable.
I hurried to my closet, searching for a dress since the one I had been wearing was torn during my shift.
I picked the first dress my hand touched and got dressed.
Taking one last glance at my reflection, I stepped out of my room, following the intoxicating scent that was pulling me forward.
The scent was leading me toward the garden. My heart pounded in sync with my wolf's excitement. Could it be that one of the guards was my mate?
The closer I got, the stronger the intoxicating scent became.
The mansion was quiet, as everyone had already retired to sleep. It was past 12 a.m.
