Maya ran her eyes through the thick crowd for the umpteenth time, and sighed dejectedly. He hadn't come. It had been the main reason why she had come for the party; a chance to see her mate who hadn't recognized her. Her hopes had been really dashed. She had been waiting and searching, for even a glimpse of him.
"We would see him next week." She heard her wolf say, and sighed again. She didn't know whether it would be a good news or not to go to her pack next week. She had a hunch that it would be the later, and it scared her a lot. She might be the strongest warrior in her pack, but she knew she wasn't strong emotionally. She was totally a wuss in that area, a softie.
