I stood in the entrance of the high school, watching as my mom drove off with Ember. As I stood there, I pondered my situation. It's become increasingly difficult to be around Ember. My wolf, Chance, was barely keeping it together. We were both miserable. I hadn't realized right away that Ember was my mate. When I turned 18, I figured my mate just hadn't been near, or maybe she was from a different pack.
That all changed when Ember's 18th birthday got closer. One day, I was minding my own business and catching up on some work my dad wanted done. At first, I thought Cook was baking a special batch of cookies or something. The smell of apples and browned butter drifted my way. I walked in to the kitchen, but Cook wasn't there. Ember stood there, with her back to me. She had the refrigerato
