Isolde isn't sure she heard right. Did Auro—her wolf, just growl about sensing their mate? The word thrums in her skull. Mate. Her chest tightens.
She flicks her gaze around the corridor, searching for anyone who could possibly fit that label, but there's literally no one nearby. Just her, Darien, and the endless hallway. Maybe she imagined it. Maybe Auro's just restless. She shoves the thought down and narrows in on the more pressing problem—her brother.
One would think Darien's priority today would be attending the mate ball. If not because he's interested in finding his mate, then to make their mother happy. However, he's just telling her he won't be attending the ball.
