Howling Hearts

I headed straight to the library, clutching a beautifully wrapped gift for Asher, eager yet anxious to see his reaction. I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. When I arrived, the library was empty. I waited patiently for 20 minutes, hoping against hope that he would show up, but it seemed like a futile effort. Dressing up for nothing left me feeling foolish, but I held onto the thought that maybe meeting my potential soulmate would make it all worthwhile. As I stood by the table, whispers surrounded me, some wondering if I was a new student, others critiquing my appearance, while others praised my stunning look. Caught between confusion and self-doubt, I wandered through the halls, trying to distract myself until school began. Suddenly, an unexpected aroma hit me like a wave, a refreshing scent of petrichor after the rain. The word "Mate" involuntarily escaped my lips, driven by the powerful connection. Following the scent, my heart raced and palms grew damp, leading me to the janitor's closet. Before opening the door, I heard muffled sounds – a moan and hurried whispers. "Hurry, Saige, I sense my mate. I can't let her find me like this." Recognition struck me, causing my heart to skip a beat, flooded with fear and disbelief. It couldn't be... it just couldn't.