“Hey, maybe what was really going on with your wolf is that you need to get laid.Which is exactly what Lykos is great for.Plenty of females to meet.”
“I thought you were looking for your truemate like me?”Leo asked.“My mate’s not going to be found in a bar full of shifter groupies.”
“You never know,” Solan said.“And I am looking for my truemate, but I’m also not going to be a monk while I wait for her.I’ll find her when the time is right.”
Leo felt a faint, inexplicable tug in his chest, and he looked around, turning slightly as the tug on his heart increased.
Something was drawing him, but to what?
* * *
Their group made their way down each aisle, and by the time they reached the last aisle, his wolf was in a frenzy.He was having trouble stopping himself from growling or stomping down the aisle to find what was drawing him forward.
He needed to stay on target and keep his pack members safe.Their group headed down the aisle.Leo scanned the area ahead of them, and when he laid eyes on a booth that had a tent of purple and blue fabric, his wolf let out a happy howl in his head.
The pull was so strong that he couldn’t brush it off any longer.
“Can you cover me for a second?”he asked Solan, not taking his eyes off the tent.
“Uh, sure.What’s up?”
“I just need to…check something out down the aisle.”
He walked away, his gaze on the tent.The closer he drew to the tent, the more the noise of the festival dulled and faded into the background.
He still wasn’t sure what was drawing him there, but then he heard a voice that made everything inside him go profoundly quiet.
Behind one side of the tent’s thick fabric curtain, a feminine voice, tinged with anger and sadness, reached him.
“Don’t tell me to get over myself, Lark, I’m not even kidding.I just found out my entire life is a lie, and I can’t even do anything about it!”
The tent’s sign boasted a psychic telling fortunes.Magic hummed around the entire tent, pulsing like a living thing.
Leo pulled the edge of the curtain back and found the owner of the voice.
There were two females facing each other.One gave him a curious raised brow.The other turned to look at him, her eyes blazing with anger.
It hit him like a freight train.
The beautiful blonde was his truemate.
And she wasfurious.
Her eyes widened, and that’s when he realized they were mismatched—one blue and one green.His breath caught in his throat, his heartbeat roaring in his ears as loudly as his wolf was howling.
Her face went pale, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
He lunged, catching her before she hit the ground.
The people in the tent shouted at him as he backed out of the tent with her in his arms, a snarl in his throat.
His pack instantly surrounded him as the people in the tent moved toward them.There were six of them: three males and three females.
“Hey, put her down, damn it!What did you do to her?”the female she’d been talking to demanded.
Adam stepped in front of the wolves and put his hands up.“Let’s everyone chill out for a minute.My wolf and your psychic are clearly going through something right now.We’re not going to attack, but we will defend our people if necessary.”
One of the males moved forward, face grim.“That’s my daughter he’s holding.What the hell happened?Is she okay?”
