CelineThe way home from my best friend’s house usually feels like a breeze, but today, it feels weighted with anticipation. The text from Marcus had been short but world-shifting: He’s here. Sebastian finally brought him home.I drop my overnight bag by the front door, the familiar scent of home greeting me, but there’s something new layered underneath—a crisp, magnetic energy that makes the hair on my arms stand up. Sebastian has been a shadow of himself for so long. For eight years, I’ve watched him wear that "Alpha mask," keeping a brave face for the pack and for us, while his soul was clearly starving. I’m so excited for him I could burst, but as I kick off my shoes, a quiet, nagging thought starts to settle in my chest.I’m only sixteen. To most people, that’s just the beginning, but in a world of fated mates, it feels like being stuck in a permanent waiting room.I lean against the hallway wall, listening to the muffled sounds of conversation coming from the dining room. I know
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