Clary P. O. V

As I stood in the bustling town square, the intoxicating scent of woods, honey, and mint mixed with the aroma of cologne wafted through the air and hit me like a wave. My wolf stirred inside my head, growling and screaming one word repeatedly: "mate."

I was momentarily frozen, unable to comprehend what was happening. But then my instincts took over, and I began following the scent, pushing my way through the crowds of people until I collided with a solid wall.

I looked up to see a pair of emerald-green eyes staring back at me. "Mate," we both said simultaneously, the word coming out as...