The crowd excitedly counts down to midnight, mimicking the enthusiasm of New Year's Eve. Closing my eyes, I share a smile with Liam, holding his hand tightly. As we reach "ONE!" and the crowd erupts in cheers, I witness the enchanting glow of the full moon casting its iridescent light upon us. Our surroundings are filled with awe as people marvel at the breathtaking display. The moment the moon's first rays touch my skin, a sudden warmth intensifies, transforming into an unfamiliar burning sensation. I gasp and meet Liam's astonished gaze. "Mate," he whispers, gripping my hand more firmly. But instead of the expected spark, there's an unspoken tension. Perhaps it just takes time for the connection to develop. I force a smile, trying to appreciate Liam, but the feeling isn't reciprocated. The love I have for him remains unchanged, yet his look is now tinged with desire rather than true affection. A sinking feeling settles in my stomach. Clearly, Liam isn't my true mate. How can this be, especially since he has called me his? His expression reveals a longing that doesn't belong to the deep bond I seek. In my mind, a woman's voice, introducing herself as Lavender, speaks urgently. "Zara, my name is Lavender. I am your wolf, and you're in grave danger. You must flee, now, for your life depends on it." "L-Lavender," I respond, startled by the revelation. "What's happening? Can you please explain?" Lavender insists, "Zara, you must run. I'll tell you more later, but I'm sorry for the circumstances you find yourself in, dear."
