Full moon of their eighteenth birthday...

Lyla

My heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, I was at a loss for words.

I glanced around, my eyes darting from Nathan, who sat a few paces behind me, to the council members and finally to Ramsey. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his stance stiffening as if he were bracing for an announcement from me.

Trying not to scoff, I turned to the priestess and forced a sweet smile onto my face. "I haven't found my mate yet."

I tried not to roll my eyes as another ripple of surprise passed through the hall, some of the elders didn't have the decency to hide their disdain. The priestess's expression shifted from surprise to disbelief and then to a frown settling on her brows as she studied me.

"That's impossible," she said. "Every Moonsinger throughout our history always find their mates on the full moon of their eighteenth birthday."