Chapter 79 Aria

• We drove into the pack, my heart pounding as the silence in the car seemed to be defeaning me. Micah and Rocco were sharing knowing glances that I think they thought I wasn’t aware of, and no doubt mindlinking too. I did not know what they were thinking, nor what they may be saying to one another, but I was clearly not aware of everything, and I did not like it.
• This was not what I wanted. They were hiding things from me, and that hurt. They were meant to be people I could trust. But, I think what hurt more was learning I had been planning to run from the man that meant the world to me. Meeting Rocco had turned my life around. Or meeting Ciro, I should say, seeing as it was him I had met first. And learning the reason that weird little wolf would keep returning to the cabin was because of me… because I was meant to be a part of his life. Chosen just for him. And, him for me, it seemed.
• I had read of fated mates because of being intrigued by werewolves when my Grandma talked of them. I had loved the concept of one person being chosen for another by fate. Destiny. A little like soulmates, I suppose you could say. Two perfect parts fitted together. Two halves of a whole. So learning I was a part of that world had blown my mind...