Nevian had just arrived and immediately caught a familiar scent in the hall. It was Valeska.
He scanned the hall. Many people were drinking and clicking glasses, their voices were muffled because there were so many people in the hall ready to celebrate the birthday of his fiancée.
'She's here,' Ember, Nevian's mate growled. 'You need to see her. I need to see her.' He stirred around, as if ready to be petted.
'Shut up,' Nevian snapped. 'It could be anyone.' Nevian tried to convince himself even though he knew that was a lie.
For the past few days, he hadn't been able to think properly anymore, or able to sleep. Valeska had returned to her pack, Ravenblood, and he couldn't go there and bring her back unless he revealed to everyone she was his mate, which would turn him into a laughing stock.
