Cael Roenic

The ballroom hums with life. packs gathered whispers an laughter. Silks glide on marble floors. earth mingle in the night air. Alpha table, Cael sits like a shadow, calm, eyes watchin. he started to smells a scent in the air it reminded him of a dream he had of his fate mate he stands up looks into the crowd searchin for her an followin the scent he sees her in distance walkin into the ballroom in her dress he stands up an walks towards her *bond starts calling out There you are my fated mate*