Aspen. 

My mate, my mate who I longed to see and dreaded at the same time, was behind that door. Janice, Janice, I said softly, tasting her lovely name on my tongue. My mate was beautiful, she had a symmetrical face, plump lips, and long raven hair with a slim body. 

I pushed the door open and her teary-stained gaze found mine, 

" Hi," I said, sitting on the edge of her bed. She didn't say a word and I wondered if she was mute. 

" I'm Aspen... Aspen Masons," I said and she nodded. " Can ...