SAMANTHA
I was gliding through the hallway, singing on my way to dinner, thinking about the irritating dick-sucking classes we had to take...when it hit me.
The mate scent.
It crashed into me like a wave—more violent than before. It filled my nose, my throat and my lungs. It pulled at something deep in my chest, something I had been trying to ignore for days.
Today's own was so vicious. It were as if the moon goddess were pushing for my mates to find me and mark me at the spot. I was confused. What changed?
My feet moved before my brain could catch up.
I followed the scent around a corner, down a corridor I had never seen before, past guards who barely glanced at me. I wonder why they didn't stop me. Was I in a fever dream?
The pull was impossible to resist. It was like gravity, like hunger, like drowning and needing air.
And then I saw him.
Jayce.
He had wings. Real life Wings. Like the one shown on television.
