Romeo felt like he was drowning while he watched the love of his life, his mate, dance with an unknown man.
He couldn't quite tell who she was dancing with, but they were close to each other, too close to be just friends.
Helena's head rested on the man's shoulder as they swayed to the music.
Romeo balled his hands into fists and he didn't know whether he should leave or charge onto the dance floor and take his mate.
"Did you see the warlocks?" Romeo heard a she-wolf purr. "Apparently Witches and Warlocks normally don't have mates, they only have one if a wolf scents them as their mate."
'Witches? Warlocks?' Romeo asked Ryder.
'They don't have scents, remember?' Ryder answered back.
Romeo lifted his nose to the air and began to sniff.
He could smell the scents mingling as well as an absence of it. For some reason, it smelled like there were a lot less people in the room.
"Alpha Romeo," one of the Sunfire Alphas greeted, waving as he approached Romeo. "We were expecting you."
