TREVOR

This week is going by so fast. It’s Wednesday already. Tomorrow is my birthday. I’m both excited and terrified about finding my mate. I hope it is Shana, but honestly, I don’t feel a pull toward her. Convel has been fixated on Seleste. I must admit, I do feel a small connection to her. I just have to ignore it and stick to my plan.

After Monday night at the diner, I asked Shana out on a date for the next night. I took her to a pleasant restaurant. My prospective mate deserves and expects the best. I hinted to her I may feel a slight pull toward her. We plan to hang out together tomorrow night just to see if she is my mate. I plan to ask her to be my chosen mate if the moon goddess doesn’t do right by me.

“You better not,” Convel yells in my head. “I want my mate! No one else will do. If you even think about rejecting my mate for someone else, I will never speak to you again! Convel says.