Seraphina's POV
Second chance mate?
The concept wasn't rare in the werewolf world. I'd heard about it plenty of times growing up. When someone's first mate died or rejected them, the Moon Goddess sometimes blessed them with a second chance—another person destined to be their mate.
But I'd never actually seen many examples of it. Most of the people I'd known in my old pack lived happily with their first mates. Second-chance mates were more of a story people told than something that actually happened often.
And me? I'd never expected to have even one mate, let alone two.
I glanced up at the moon hanging bright and full above us, bathing the forest in silver light.
What game are you playing, Moon Goddess? What exactly are you planning with my life?
First, you give me Adrian—a mate who hates me and who can barely stand to look at me. And now... now there might be another one? A second chance mate, who appeared out of nowhere?
It didn't make sense.
"Mate..."
