Instead, my mind wandered to Celeste. When the eclipse arrived, I’d be able to bite her, able to claim her, completing our bond as fated mates. Our connection would become so much stronger. I’d never known anyone who’d claimed their fated mate, but the Celestial Pack had long shared such lore. This sacred bond would be so deep, we’d be able to communicate telepathically, not simply sharing our emotion or pain. Our wolves would find harmony, and more balance and peace than we’d ever known before.
Even a wolf shifter whose fated mate was a half-shifter—or not a shifter at all—would feel like they’d been made whole in claiming their mate, even if the claiming wasn’t reciprocated. Their fated mate, too, would receive some stability and an internal sense of calm.
“Does anyone have anything el
