Hank’s POV
I took a breath, watching June sit down gingerly across from me. It was almost poetic that the woman I saved was none other than my fated mate; making her rescue all the more meaningful to me. “I guess I’ll start at my begin g and go from there.” She leaned in at attention, focusing on my mouth as I formed the words.
“I was born in sixteen eighty two and was the youngest of five pups.” I saw June’s eye go wide, the years I had lived revealing my true age to her.
“Wait… aren’t you thirty or so?” She looked me up and down, making me shake my head.
“No; but us werewolves live a very long time. If I had to guess, your own grandfather is more than likely four hundred or so.” She nodded, the shock still there, but trying to keep quiet so I could continue.
“When I was ten, my fami
