Gabriel's Pov

As though the mist is dissipating in front of my eyes.

I smell something awful, but I'm in too much of a hurry to find out where it's coming from. I don't sense the connection, warmth, or scent of my mate.

In my head, Zeus awakens and starts to growl frantically, never stopping. To breathe and to survive, we require her scent.

"Rosalie!" I erupted, looking around for her with my head flying about. But she's out of sight. Until Tyler's sister gets up beside me and declares with all confidence that she's my mate.

For Selene's sake! A fated or otherwise damned mate doesn't matter to me....