In her small, dark room, Sofia fell to her knees. The heat in her body had turned into a burning fire. It felt as though her bones were breaking and knitting back together. Suddenly, a voice spoke in her mind—not her own, but one stronger and wilder.
"Mate," the voice whispered.
Sofia gasped, her eyes flying open. They weren't blue anymore; they were a bright, glowing silver.
"Mate! He is close! Our Alpha is here!" her wolf screamed with joy.
Sofia's heart hammered against her ribs. She knew that scent. Even through the pain of her first shift, she recognized the smell of pine forests and expensive rain. It was Damien.
The door to her room didn't just open; it exploded off its hinges. Damien stood there, his chest heaving, his eyes glowing a lethal gold. The air in the tiny room became thick with power as their two souls finally recognized each other.
"Mate," Sofia's wolf howled with relief.
