[Meredith].
The car stayed steady, but his grip on the wheel tightened.
"How the hell did you do that?" he asked.
"I can invade the mind of even the most powerful wolves," I said calmly. "Unless I choose not to."
I paused, then added, "And I usually don’t. I respect people’s privacy. But you dared me."
Dennis burst out laughing. "You’re a badass," he said openly. "Moons, I wish I had your powers."
"You wish," I replied dryly.
He shook his head, still smiling. "I knew you became even more different after visiting your grandmother."
I didn’t deny that fact.
"You’re not an ordinary werewolf," he said. "That much is obvious. You have abilities even the strongest wolves don’t." Then, lightly, he added, "You might even be more powerful than my brother."
"Don’t say that again," I warned.
He shrugged. "It’s the truth, and you know it. Draven would agree."
I shook my head. Then, choosing to change the direction of the conversation, I inquired, "So, tell me, why are you looking for Helena?"
Dennis didn’t say it immediately.
The car hummed softly beneath us, the road stretching ahead, mangoes perfuming the air faintly from the trunk.
His fingers tightened around the steering wheel again just a little, and this time, I didn’t need to invade his thoughts to know.
"She might be my mate," he said at last.
I turned fully toward him. I wasn’t surprised, though. I had thought about it and felt it too in the way his wolf had stirred, the way his attention kept drifting back in the market, and the way a single name—Helena—had rooted itself in his mind without permission.
"I think so as well," I said honestly.
His jaw clenched. "That’s the problem."
He looked like he had more to say, so I patiently waited.
"She glanced offended back then when I spoke to her," he continued, frustration creeping into his voice. "I didn’t understand why, but it’s been bothering me ever since. I had seen her standing next to one of the coaches, and had I approached her..."
I leaned back against the seat, then smiled as he went on to share the details of what had transpired between them on that day after my event.
"That’s because you didn’t see her," I concluded after listening to him.
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
"You never noticed her in the crowd," I explained calmly. "Not during the event when all the women were gathered. You only noticed her after everything was over—after she helped that elderly woman into the bus."
His brows knit together. He was still clearly confused.
"And then when you finally approached her," I added gently, "you asked her if she was part of the women who attended the event."
The car drifted slightly before he corrected it.
"...Moons," he muttered.
"That question alone," I continued, "was enough. To her, it probably sounded like you didn’t see her at all. Like she was just another face in the crowd."
The realization hit Dennis fully then, and he let out a slow breath. "So that’s it."
I nodded. "You didn’t offend her with cruelty. You offended her with ignorance."
He scoffed. "Women are impossible."
I laughed, actually laughed as my head tipped back against the seat.
"You know," I said, "if you want to find her again, I can help."

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