#Chapter 101: Defined

Aria The feeling of the warm sun hitting my cheek gently tugged me from sleep, but it wasn’t the most peaceful awakening in the world. Not with Bella’s voice still lingering in the back of my head. “You two should make it official,” she had said last night, her voice devoid of her usual teasing—she was serious. “I think you two were meant for each other.” I groaned softly, rubbing my eyes. My phone sat untouched on the bedside table where I’d left it after our call, but her words might as well have been etched into the ceiling above me. Technically, she was right. By some unforeseen force that I couldn’t even begin to comprehend with my limited knowledge of the werewolf world, we were fated to be together. Mates. It had sounded so silly and nonsensical the first time I had heard it, like someone had told me that the sky was purple. But now, after everything, I knew it was true. When I had made love with Darren that night in the cabin, I truly felt it