I looked at Ava as I could feel a frown form on my forehead.
Wait?
What just happened?
I shook my head, hoping I had heard this wrong. Did Mason just call out to my sister as his mate? I kept looking at him, his face was booming, I don’t think I had ever seen him so ‘joyful’ since the moment we had met. My sister froze in my arms, as I could feel her shake her head.
“No” She whispered as she slowly let go of me.
“No, I can’t be your mate, I’m sorry.” And as soon as she said that, she rushed out of the house. Looking as if a lion was chasing her and would tear her apart if he caught up with her. Mason wanted to go after her, but my father stepped aside, blocking his way.
“Wow son, easy there, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Mason’s joyful look had switched to one of despair.
