Brandon
Well, butter me up and call me a biscuit.
I dabbed slightly at the beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I was never one of those people who obsessed over meeting their mate—especially not this early. I always figured I’d meet her in college or sometime after, not the scrawny, fancy British girl who lived next door.
I’m not complaining though. She’s gorgeous. Exactly my type—clean, smells nice, and intelligent too. Props to the moon goddess for real.
Mike is going to hate this recent development. He’s my twin, so we’ll likely share the same mate. Johnny is probably going to laugh at us because we got a human mate.
Human mates are extremely rare for Lycans.
“Why are your irises white?” my little mate asked, playing with the hem of her skirt.
I looked down at her, a smirk pla
