Snow Luna
And when she looked deeper, she sensed something else… conflict.
Before she could ask more, Thalia came bounding over with the short-haired Lycan at her side.
“Lydia!” she beamed. “Meet Harold. Harold, this is my best friend. Isn’t she gorgeous?”
The Lycan—Harold—offered a polite smile and extended his hand. “Nice to meet you, Lydia.”
Lydia’s heart stuttered.
Her true mate.
Up close, she could smell him—his clean, woodsy scent, mingled with something spicy. Her knees went weak. Her wolf still didn’t respond, but something in her soul did.
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