The Invisible Girl

POV: Marcella

He ran. My true mate saw me, spun on his heel, and ran away as if his ass was on fire. I stand frozen in the middle of the crowded ballroom, my feet cemented to the polished floor. A small, naive part of me feels shocked and disappointed. Growing up, pack children are fed romanticized stories of the mating bond. Elders would gather us around the fire and weave tales of the Moon Godd