DYLAN POV

I stayed at the packhouse that night, wanting to be near Violet when I turned eighteen. Garrett glanced at me every so often, probably wondering why I was so agitated. My leg was bouncing up and down like crazy and my hands were slightly shaking. I was both nervous and excited. At quarter past eleven, Garrett was passed out sideways on his bed, the controller hanging limply in his hand. I took it and placed it on the floor, checking the time. Again.

What would it feel like? Mom and Dad told me there was nothing else like it, nothing in the world, to see your mate for...