Michael’s point of view
I woke up to a slight pain radiating from my arm. I groggily looked down faintly remembering what happened yesterday. My mate’s handprint still bright red on my arm. My mate. I had finally met my mate.
Ash, Yes Michael. We have finally met our mate. But you let her go without even telling her she was our mate.
What am I supposed to do? She is a witch, not a werewolf. It’s not like I can say, hey you know those sparks you felt. Yeah, that means we are mates.
And why not. We know she felt the sparks by her reaction and the nice burn you got from it. We don’t know what else she feels of the bond.
It is not that simple. And even if I told her we were mates I still have my pack to worry about. No, for r
