Gerald
"Hey, Ford, what's it like having two mates?"
I peered at Priscilla and shrugged. "It's like normal, I guess."
She rolled her eyes and flipped her long ponytail out of the way. Beecher snickered next to me and shook his head.
"No, I mean, like...because Connor is your chosen mate and Meredith is your fated mate. Is there a difference in the way that you love them, or...?"
"Oh." I furrowed my eyebrows and scanned the trees that we were passing. It was always quiet and since we were located in the city closest to the pack, there were usually no wolves to spot. "Um...well I love Meredith. And I know that I couldn't be without her. If anything were to happen to her, I don't think I would be able to survive it." I shrugged and felt kind of sh*tty for saying it like that. "And Connor
