I’ve been searching every pack in the northern continent for her for the past two years. She seems to have vanished along with her parents. When I visited the only pack in Kentucky, they denied knowledge of the Brair family. Did she tell her parents of me? Why run? What are they hiding? I would find her, and no one would stop me from claiming her!

Casper struts into my house like he owns it with Michael, my Beta, behind him. Casper is so excited I can feel it rolling off of him. “Mase, I can’t wait for you to meet her. Ahh God. I think I’m already in love. Wait until you see her. No forget that, wait until you scent her. I have never smelled anything like her.”

Looking at my crazy, lovesick brother, who this happens to at least once a month, I state dryly, “Didn’t you just fall in love with Vanessa last week?”

“No, no, this is different, way different. Ask Michael, he was there.”

I raise my eyebrow at Michael questioningly. He shrugs his wide shoulders. “She is beautiful. There’s no doubt about that. Something about her seems familiar though, I just don’t know what.” Michael walks over to the bar and makes himself a drink. He’s shaking his head. “You should have seen this guy,” gesturing to Casper, “he wouldn’t stop smelling her. She even called him Sniffer when she put his info into her phone.” He chuckles.

“Thanks, Mikey, I don’t think everyone knows the story yet. You want me to have Mase call a pack meeting?” Cass snaps.

“Wait, Casper, do you think she’s your Mate? That could be why she smelled so good to you,” I question.

“I don’t know, man, but I hope so, damn I hope so.”

“What did your wolf say?”

Casper shakes his head. “Nothing, man, just sat there. I could feel him smile, but that’s it.”

“You would know. Your wolf would make sure you knew. So, I don’t think she’s the one, sorry brother,” I say, truly sorry for him. Michael still seems deep in thought when I ask, “What’s up?”

“Just thinking. She said she never met any other shifters. I can’t figure out how that’s even possible. She was asleep when Casper here woke her up. She moved so fast I could barely track her, and she was terrified, I mean terrified.”

Tilting my head, I ask, “Where’d she come from?”

“That’s even weirder. Her parents are gone. By gone, I mean dead, and this asshole growls at her. She thought we would hurt her, take her, like abduct her. She’s a little strange, Mase, beautiful but strange,” he says, while putting his feet on my table to watch the game.

“I told her she could come by Tuesday to petition to stay in the territory. She starts school on Monday. That okay, man? I tried to get her to come with us today, but she was just so scared. I know meetings are only once a month, but I didn’t want to wait that long to get her here and hopefully in my bed,” he says with the same smirk that has gotten him in trouble more times than I can count.