The Unchosen Mate
I turned onto my stomach in the grass, the silhouette of Seth’s stocky form in front of the headlights, his breath coming out in misty fog illuminated by the car.
“What?” I yelled back. “We’re not supposed to be talking. I’m an exile, remember?”
“Not yet,” he called.
My heart skipped a beat.
He waved me over with a hand and then rested his arms on the top of the car as I approached. “It’s after midnight.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. I hadn’t heard a sound. That meant–no, that was impossible.
“Jesamine hasn’t emerged, nor issued the Sacred Call,” Seth said. He rounded the car and opened the passenger door. “Get in. I have orders from the Alpha to take you straight to the temple. You are the
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