Hugh woke up the next morning no closer to an answer. He had sat up the night before with Jamie, brainstorming ideas as to why the feeling occurred when Hugh and Alana touched. The only explanation that either of them kept coming to was the old fables that their grandmother's used to tell.
It still baffled Hugh. Werewolves did not have fated mates. Or if they did, no one has heard of it happening again for a very long time. Hugh decided that he was going to bring it up to his father. Jamie was the only other person who knew about it, and neither of them had any new ideas. Hugh was hoping maybe his father had a fresh perspective.
Hugh dressed quickly and headed out of the bed chamber door. The hope of seeing Alana taking over his thoughts. He smiled to himself. He had never felt this wa
