Chapter 8:

ASTRID.

Oh goddess. What’s wrong with me?

I held my breath and ran back into the hall. I was almost caught, my heart beating rapidly at the prospect of what I was doing.

I could feel it in my blood, he knew I was there, the moment he swirled, I ran. What’s happening to me?

‘You can’t run from your mate.’

The word came back to me, and I almost snapped, mate. Could it be the mate bond? My mother told me a lot about the mate bond: It was a bond felt within two particular werewolves, it was so strong, it couldn’t be ignored.

"It’s more than love." She had told me, while picking out the dress I would wear. "It’s like power, like strength. The feeling is so good, mates have a tendency to talk to each other through mind-link, they can wish for the other to be there and they will."

I listened, hoping, day-dreaming that I would love my fated mate, I remembered praying to the moon goddess, hoping like a fool.

I walk towards the pack-library, the Liberian gives me a smile as I walk towards the s