There are moments in your life that are bad. This had just become one of mine.
Not because it should.
Maybe not even because Channing meant it to.
But because I’m me, with my metric fuckton of personal baggage, and this whole predestined werewolf mate thing feels outrageously unfair when you’re a human.
Seriously.
At best, humans are serial monogamists. We find a partner, we stay until whatever end with that partner, then we go looking for the next partner.
We’re kind of horrible.
Especially compared to a werewolf who’s literally just admitted he’s spent the entirety of my life waiting for me to grow up because he knew when I was a newborn that I was his One.
As I regard him—his absolutely breathtaking blue eyes staring at me tenderly, the handsome lines and angles of his go
