A whirlwind of questions about that night occupied my mind even as I made my way to Valoria and the Drogomor Pack a few days later.
I knew that if he was my mate, he wouldn’t have felt the mate bond and had no clue. But why had I woken up alone in my room instead of next to him in the forest? What happened to him, and why couldn’t I remember how I got back to my room?
I took a deep breath, gathering my resolve as my car wound up the long, tree-lined driveway toward the grand mansion of the Drogomor pack.
I reminded myself that this meeting would be the biggest opportunity of my career.
I parked and approached the intricately carved front doors, which swung open as I ascended the steps.
A tall man in a crisp suit greeted me with a polite smile. He had an air of confidence, though was quite relaxed. There was minimal scarring on his fair skin, and his brown hair was slicked back stylishly.
