Eric’s POV
The Luna came and had breakfast with me, and she brought me this scrapbook that she made for her other mate. I was so confused. This man looked just like me and his wolf was identical to mine, as well. He even had the same tattoos as me. I needed to call King Jag again. I know it’s a risk, but I needed answers, and I know he had them.
“Hey, River, what do you think?” I linked with my wolf.
“I don’t know, man, that is us. I mean, it looks like us, exactly like us. Sounds like our personalities are the same. You and your damn country music.”
“Don’t knock my music taste, it’s good stuff.”
“No, it sucks.”
I cut the link and turned the TV on and turned it up loud and went into the bathroom and turned the shower on and called King Jag.
“Hey man, how is it going? Got any u
