Soulmate. You repeat the word in your head, flip it, read it backwards and repeat it again until it fully settles that this has happened.

Not every soul has one, and most immortals go their whole existence’s without meeting theirs, but you did, not even a decade into yours.

Though it’s a Volturi, so you suspect that’s why you got it so early. Fate was softening the blow, it seems.

He sits before you, his gaze sweeping across your features.

Be cordial, you were told by your covenmate.