Phoebe's POV
I couldn't process what I'd just witnessed. My gaze shifted to Timothy, who stood transfixed by Jude, his expression bordering on madness.
Jude had come here to learn how to brew a concoction for Harlow—that's why she was present. But I never anticipated this turn of events.
"Mate," Timothy repeated, his voice thick with wonder as he moved toward Jude with deliberate steps. She remained frozen in place, equally shocked.
"Impossible…" Wade whispered beside me. "He's found his mate. Actually found her?" His eyes sparkled with excitement—for these young warriors, witnessing someone discover their destined partner was unprecedented.
Even as an observer, I could sense the invisible thread binding them together. The connection pulsed with overwhelming intensity. I found myself equally stunned by its power.
