CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE

ALEX DAVALO

Something is wrong!

Sandro and I had driven to school, as excited as we had ever been. Of course, it had to do with Nadia. We wanted to let her know that we wanted to keep the mate bond we shared, and stay as mates.

The early morning sun cast a warm golden glow over the tree-lined streets, while birds chirped cheerily, almost as if they knew what today held.

Sandro drove, the wheels of his car softly crunching over gravel as he pulled into the school parking lot. I could feel the thrill racing through me, pumping adrenaline into my veins. We had big...