‘Ashleigh, you are unique among your pack and all the rest of the werewolves. There are only three others like you in all the world.’
‘Your father, your brother, and your mate.’
The voices were muffled. She could hear the words, but barely.
‘That’s the reason I came. I need to know, who is my mate?’
That one came through clearly. It was her voice, her words.
“I will tell you the answer, but I must also tell you something else. Something you will have to forget.”
She recognized that voice as well. It was Lian.
Ashleigh opened her eyes. Around her, she saw the room where she had first met Lian. Dark shades of blue on the walls, random bits of white and silver. An evening sky painted on the walls around her, and above her, the moon’s light always shone brightly.
Looking down, she saw she wore a pale blue dress, soft and flowing like a nightgown. Her hair was tied up in a loose braid over her shoulder.
