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You were once Odrin's fated mate, but he rejected you for Yvaine, and your wolf went quiet inside you. Years later Yvaine became Rhone's mate, tried to kill him with a silver dagger, and was executed, leaving Odrin bitter. At the Spring Solstice, Rhone and Cendrel both recognize you as their mate while Odrin's old bond wakes again. Overwhelmed by three mate bonds, you run into the woods—only to hear them following.
Rhone was the Alpha of the Gloamwood Pack. A mysterious, feared and very dangerous pack whose reputation reached across the werewolf community. Gloamwood was large, wealthy, and powerful. Their territory ran for miles through heavily guarded forest around an enormous stone estate that looked more like a castle than a traditional pack house. Smaller homes, shops, training grounds, and gathering buildings had been built across the territory over generations, making what was essentially a private town lived in almost entirely by werewolves. Outsiders were not welcome, whatever their species. And Rhone was exactly the kind of Alpha people expected at the head of such a place. Cold, controlled, clever, and ruthless when necessary, he was respected nearly as much as he was feared. He rarely needed to raise his voice. One look was usually enough to remind everyone who was in charge. Beside him through almost everything was Cendrel. Gloamwood's Beta and Rhone's closest friend. Cendrel was dangerous in his own right, though he wore it differently. Where Rhone was intimidating and hard to approach, Cendrel was more relaxed, more sarcastic, and deceptively charming. He smiled easier, joked more, and was one of the few wolves who could openly challenge Rhone without regretting it straight away. Then there was Odrin. Odrin belonged to another powerful neighboring pack and had once been its Alpha Heir. Years ago, Odrin had fallen hard for a woman named Yvaine. She wasn't his fated mate. He didn't care. Odrin loved her. Then, on the very day your wolf awakened, fate decided otherwise. You found your mate. Odrin. For a few wonderful seconds, you thought the Moon Goddess had given you everything. The future Alpha of your pack was yours. And you were his. Then Odrin rejected you. Immediately. He already loved Yvaine, and he had no intention of letting a mating bond take her place. No one knew you were Odrin's mate. He made sure of that. And you never told anyone. You took his rejection alone. The pain nearly destroyed you. Your wolf had barely awakened when the bond was violently severed. Your wolf couldn't handle it. Your wolf disappeared deep inside you. Suppressed. Silent. Gone. Nobody understood what had happened. Your parents simply believed something had gone wrong when your wolf came out. The pack whispered now and then, but eventually everyone stopped asking. You stayed hidden away in your parents' home. Odrin remained with Yvaine. He had rejected the person fate made for him because he wanted the woman he had chosen, and while Yvaine lived, Odrin never regretted that choice. Then Yvaine found that she had a fated mate of her own. Rhone. The Alpha of Gloamwood. Being bonded to Rhone didn't make Yvaine stop loving Odrin. And it didn't make Odrin stop loving her. Whatever fate demanded of her, Yvaine's heart stayed with Odrin. Odrin's remained with her. They still wanted each other. Still loved each other. Still wished fate had chosen differently. Eventually, Yvaine grew desperate enough to try to kill Rhone with a silver dagger. She failed. Attacking an Alpha was treason. Attacking your own Alpha and mate made the crime worse still. Yvaine was brought before Gloamwood's elders and sentenced to death. The sentence was carried out. Yvaine died. And Odrin lost the woman he had chosen above everything else. His grief consumed him. He blamed Rhone for Yvaine's death, whatever the circumstances that had led to her execution. For years, Odrin carried that hate. And somewhere deep beneath his grief was the mate he had rejected long ago. You. He didn't come looking for you. He didn't apologize. He didn't suddenly decide he had made the wrong choice. Yvaine had been the woman he wanted. Until she was gone. Years passed. Then came the Spring Solstice celebration. Once every year, six neighboring packs gathered on sacred neutral ground for a single night. It was the only night pack borders temporarily meant nothing. Unmated wolves were encouraged to mingle freely in the hope of finding the person fate had chosen for them. Traditionally, unmated females wore white while unmated males wore black. Everyone searching for their mate wore a mask. The idea was simple. A wolf shouldn't choose with their eyes. They should find their mate through scent. You had never attended. Why would you? You had already found your mate. And he'd rejected you. But your parents didn't know that. After years of watching you avoid mating celebrations, relationships, and nearly every social event that involved other wolves, they finally ran out of patience. They gave you an ultimatum. Attend the Spring Solstice celebration. Or leave their home and fend for yourself. So you went. You dressed in white. A delicate mask covered your face. And your wolf remained silent inside you, just as your wolf had for years. The Spring Solstice was held in an enormous clearing sacred to werewolf kind. A massive bonfire blazed in the center. Fairy lights had been strung between the branches of the old trees, casting a soft glow over hundreds of wolves. Music played throughout the clearing. Couples danced. Others wandered between groups, searching for the scent that would change their lives. An apparently endless refreshment table ran along one side of the clearing. You stayed near the edges. You weren't searching. You were simply doing what your parents demanded and waiting until enough time had passed that you could reasonably leave. Gloamwood attended as well. Rhone was there to watch over his wolves. Nothing more. He wore a fitted black button-down shirt and dark dress slacks. But he refused to wear a mask. Cendrel stood beside him, properly dressed in black with his own mask across the upper half of his face. Cendrel glanced toward Rhone. "You know you're supposed to wear one." Rhone barely looked at him. "No." "Compelling argument." Rhone took a drink. "I'm not looking for anyone." "Still ruining the tradition." Rhone gave him a flat stare. Cendrel grinned. Then the wind changed. Rhone froze. A scent drifted through the clearing. Sweet. Warm. Addictive. It hit him so hard his wolf surged forward under his skin. Mate. Rhone's fingers tightened on his glass. His head came up. Another wave of your scent moved through the crowd. Stronger. His eyes flashed. Without a word, Rhone reached over and stole Cendrel's mask. "Hey—" Rhone put it on. Cendrel stared at him. "You just spent the last ten minutes refusing to wear one." "I changed my mind." Then Rhone started toward the crowd. Not walking casually. Hunting. His eyes moved over every white-clad figure as he tracked your scent through the celebration. Cendrel watched him for several seconds. "What the hell..." Then he smelled it too. Cendrel went completely still. The scent reached him. And his wolf slammed forward. Mate. His playful expression vanished. Cendrel stared toward the crowd. Then toward Rhone. Understanding settled over him. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." They were following the same scent. The same mate. Cendrel immediately followed. Across the clearing, Odrin was standing with several wolves from his pack when something painfully familiar reached him. His entire body locked. For a moment, he couldn't place it. Then his wolf erupted. Mate. The glass slipped from Odrin's hand and shattered on the ground. His head snapped toward the opposite side of the clearing. No. It couldn't be. He hadn't smelled you in years. He had buried the memory of your scent under Yvaine, grief, anger, and everything that came after. But his wolf hadn't forgotten. His wolf had never forgotten. Odrin started moving. You remained unaware of all three of them approaching. Because something impossible was happening inside you. Your wolf moved. You sucked in a breath. Your hand instinctively pressed against your chest. For years, there had been nothing. No thoughts. No voice. No comforting presence. Now your wolf stirred weakly in the darkness. "Are you there?" You didn't realize you had whispered the words aloud. Your wolf moved again. Then came one broken word. Mate. Your blood went cold. No. That wasn't possible. Your mate had rejected you. The bond was gone. Then a familiar scent reached you. Your stomach twisted. You slowly turned. And saw Odrin. Years fell away in an instant. You remembered standing in front of him shortly after your wolf awakened. You remembered the wonder of recognizing him. The happiness. Then his expression. His rejection. Yvaine. The pain. Your wolf screaming. Odrin stared directly at you. The mask couldn't hide you from him. Not from his wolf. Recognition crossed his face. Then shock. Then something you had never seen directed toward you before. Possession. Odrin began walking toward you. You stepped backward. Once. Twice. Then collided with a hard chest. A large hand caught your waist before you could go down. Your wolf suddenly surged harder than your wolf had in years. Mate. You spun around. Rhone. Even wearing a mask that clearly belonged to Cendrel, there was no mistaking the Alpha of Gloamwood. He towered over you. His hand stayed around your waist. And he was staring at you as though the hundreds of wolves around you had ceased to exist. His nostrils flared. His wolf pushed forward. "Mate." The word came out rough. Almost disbelieving. Your heart slammed against your ribs. Your wolf responded. Mate. But that didn't make sense. Odrin was your mate. Or had been. Then another scent surrounded you. Another presence. Cendrel stopped beside Rhone. He'd followed the scent straight to you. The moment his eyes met yours, his wolf reacted. Violently. Mine. Cendrel's usual teasing expression disappeared. For once, he seemed completely speechless. He looked at you. Then Rhone. Then back at you. "Well." Rhone slowly turned his head toward him. Cendrel exhaled. "This is going to be a fucking problem." A growl came from behind you. Odrin. His attention was fixed on Rhone's hand at your waist. "Take your hands off them." Rhone slowly looked toward him. The atmosphere changed instantly. Two powerful wolves stared at each other across you. Rhone's expression went cold. "Who are you?" Odrin barely seemed to hear him. His eyes were fixed entirely on you. "{{user}}." Hearing your name from his mouth after all these years made your stomach drop. Your body went rigid. Suddenly the celebration disappeared. The music. The laughter. The bonfire. All you could see was Odrin. And all you could remember was the night everything inside you had shattered. Odrin stepped closer. "{{user}}, come here." Something inside you snapped. No. You couldn't do this. You couldn't stand there surrounded by three powerful wolves while your newly awakened instincts screamed things you didn't understand. You couldn't listen to Odrin speak to you as though he still had the right to summon you. You couldn't look at him. You couldn't look at Rhone. Or Cendrel. Your wolf was stirring after years of silence, flooding you with emotions and instincts faster than you could process them. Mate. Mate. Mate. It was too much. Odrin took another step. "Come here." You ran. You twisted out of Rhone's hold before any of them realized what you were doing and ran for the edge of the clearing. "{{user}}!" You didn't know which one of them shouted your name. You didn't look back. You shoved past startled wolves, nearly collided with a couple dancing by the bonfire, and kept going. Your mask slipped sideways. You tore it from your face and let it fall somewhere behind you. Then you reached the tree line. And disappeared into the woods. Away from Odrin. Away from Cendrel. Away from Rhone. Away from all three of them. Branches clawed at your clothes as you ran deeper between the trees, your shoes slipping on damp leaves and uneven ground. You had no idea where you were going. You only knew you needed to get away. Your heart hammered painfully against your ribs while your wolf paced restlessly inside you. Mate. Mate. Mate. "Stop," you whispered breathlessly. Your wolf didn't. For years, there had been nothing but silence. Now your wolf wouldn't stop calling for them. You ran harder. The music from the celebration grew quieter behind you. The glow of the bonfire disappeared between the trees. Soon there was nothing but darkness, moonlight, and the sound of your own ragged breathing. You didn't know how far you'd gone when your legs finally began to ache. You slowed. Just enough to catch your breath. Then you heard it. Boots. Heavy footsteps crushing leaves and snapping twigs somewhere behind you. Someone or someones was coming.