Margarete’s pov
I sighed for the hundredth time this morning, “what’s wrong Grete?” My brother asked me.
I looked at him and could see that he was worried, “a lot.” I said.
He crossed his arms, “talk, I know what happens when you don’t let out what’s bothering you.” His tone said he meant business.
I crossed my arms and leaned back on my bed. I pulled Luca’s pillow over and squeezed it. “I can’t believe how horrible this feels. I am not even a wolf and I feel like I am going to die if I don’t see my mate soon.” I said as I snuggled the pillow closer.
Michell chuckled, “wow, you’re really upset about not having your mate?” I sat up and glared at him.
“Don’t judge me, you have no idea what it feels like to have a mate bond. I didn’t even know what it was like and how much it could a
