Xander –

Whenever I see Clair, I always seem to catch her backside. She has the most amazing apple pie odor. "Mate, mate," my wolf yells as he dances around.

I have a gut feeling something isn't quite right about the limo Clair escapes in. On a business card I keep in my wallet, I write the license plate number.

As I walk back into the ball, I seek the Alpha of her pack. The mated Alphas monitor the unmated members of their pack, so they do not get carried away.

My father is there too, I mind-link my father. "I found my mate"

"Well, son, who is she?"

“Clair”...