"It's a gift the goddess gave some wolves. I can see the magical connection between two mates. Our purpose is to guide those destined to be together into each other's arms," she said, very poetically. "I hate telling people I'm a soulfinder when I can't even find my mate, so don't tell anyone."
"I don't know much about your kind but," I started, "from what I understand, finding your mate takes time. Maybe you have been too focused on helping others to look for one yourself. That's what happened to me with my patients," I admitted.
"Maybe," she said with a smile. She was about to say something when she shook her head, for some reason deciding against it. "You should get ready. Harlan will come get you soon."
As soon as I got into his car, I could tell something was off. I scanned him, looking for an indication something had happened. His body language was tense, his jaw was clenched.
