*Zara*
The mysterious woman who turned to look at us looked a little wary. Her large gray eyes swept over us with an appraising look. I felt like she was somehow looking into my soul. Her choppy dark wavy hair was pinned away from her heart-shaped face.
“Hello,” she said, holding out a hand to me, which surprised me since Noah was closer to her. She barely looked at him. “My name is Eva.”
“Hello Eva,” I said, grasping her slim hand in mine. “My name is Zara. This is my mate, Noah.” I gestured to Noah, who was starting to hover protectively.
I understood why, even though I didn't agree with my mate’s automatic reaction. The woman in front of us wasn’t extremely old, probably in her late forties, but her entire demeanor screamed that she had seen and experienced much in her lifetime. There was an air about her, and not just from the dark clothes she wore, that implied power.
