Caleb
I am pacing up and down in the living room, waiting for Harvey and Aria. Aria … her name is like a melody to me.
“Dude, we have a mate,” Gibson is practically doing backflips from excitement.
“You should calm down,” I warn reasonably. “She did not look happy to see us.”
“She’ll come around,” Gibson cheers.
Honestly, I would like nothing more than to join in Gibson’s excitement. At thirty-five I have given up hope of ever finding my mate. To finally see her … the feeling is indescribable. It was a mixture of happiness, relief, and excitement. And to have those feelings squashed with one growl from her was devastating, to say the least. I am not going to fool myself, right now I am a nervous wreck. She could walk in here any second and rejects me. The mere thought cuts off my air
