Sophia Rousseau jumped off the couch and hurried over to her older sister. Gertrude barely had a chance to take off her coat before Sophie grabbed the stapled sheets of paper from her sister’s hand. “I don’t know why you are so excited to read that bitch’s list.” Elsa, Sophie’s younger sister, appeared in the doorway. “She’s trying to control our lives by telling us who to mate with.” Sophie rolled her eyes. Elsa always put a damper on things. “Quit acting like a rebellious teenager.” Sophie returned to the couch and her sisters scrunched in on either side of her. Holding her breath, she ran her finger over her pack mate’s names, searching for her own. “Oh my God.” She stared at the three werewolves who Grandmother Rousseau, their pack leader, had determined would be her mates. She mouthed the three names quietly to herself: Niklas Alexander, Lukas Kade, and Jonathan Abram.
