“I’ve never— I didn’t know that a wolf was only entitled to one mate,” the wolf says as she ducks her head.
“Hey,” Damian rumbles. “It’s okay. Not everyone does.”
It’s a lie.
He will apologize for it later.
“A mate is another wolf who you pledge yourself to—and who pledges themselves to you in return,” he offers. “It means that I’m interested in her—and only her—forever.”
The wolf nods slowly, and Damian can tell she doesn’t understand him.
It’s not either of their faults, of course.
Explaining the idea of having only one mate to someone who has no experience with them is just as hard as trying to understand something so unfamiliar.
He decides to try a different approach.
Damian shucks off the heavy outer shirt and throws it across the cell. “I’m going to go to sleep, yeah? An
