Selene's POV

My heart was still hammering against my ribs like a caged bird trying to escape. That feeling inside me, yearning and desperate, it can't be real. I don't have a wolf. I am broken and defective, the girl who couldn't shift even at eighteen. The girl who got rejected for being weak and worthless.

But that whisper I could hear in my head, ‘Mate.’

I pressed my palms against the sides of my head, trying to block out the echo that seemed to bounce around inside my skull. This ...