Mai's P.O.V.
The room had erupted into chaos, but I didn't care.
I was still staring at Liam. My mate. My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear the voices overlapping in the background. My fingers clung to his shirt, my body unwilling to let go, unwilling to put even a breath of space between us.
"Mai!" My father's sharp voice cut through the noise. "You care to explain how you came to this conclusion?"
I turned to face him, reluctantly pulling away from Liam, though I still kept a firm grip on his hand. My father's arms were crossed, his expression guarded, but I knew him too well—he was analyzing everything, every little detail, he was carefully guarding his emotions.
"Frost told me," I said simply, voice steady.
Everyone kept looking at me.
Then, "What? Who's that?" My mother's voice sounded confused.
I smiled, feeling warmth bloom in my chest. "My wolf," I said, lifting my chin. "She's finally free. Her name is Frost."
Gasps echoed around the room.
