The unknown lifestyle...

|The known yet unfamiliar word...|

Carter’s POV Oh my god this may explain a lot why she didn’t know why I kissed her, but that doesn’t explain why at first sight she didn’t feel the connection, and I've never heard of a werewolf not knowing that they are one? I’ve got to go talk to The Alpha he must know whats going on! Because walking away from her like that was the hardest thing I've ever had to do , and I don’t think I'll be able to do it again.

Kate’s POV When I arrive home I'm still pondering on why Carter called me his mate, and why that word seems to be so normal but i'm sure I don’t know what it means? I’ll be sure to ask mom or gram, but for now that’s the least of my worry I have a crap load of homework to do and to catch up on, some of the stuff I know and some I don’t and i’ll need to ask Papa for help. When I get home there’s a car in the driveway I don’t recognize, but once I reach a man steps out… My Father! ‘Dad!’ I yell jumping in his arms but quickly getting out remembering what he did, then on impulse I slap him and run into my house. He had no right to come here! After everything Leaving me and mom, radio silence! Not a single call or text for months at a time no idea of his whereabouts! But maybe I should be a little guilty for slapping my father but I don’t. He shouldn’t have come in the first place if he wants to speak to me he’s going to be waiting a while, like forever!! I run into my ‘room’ and flop down on my bed and stuff my face into a pillow to muffle my yells.do, and I don’t think I'll be able to do it again.

Kate’s POV  When I arrive home I'm still pondering on why Carter called me his mate, and why that word seems to be so normal but i'm sure I don’t know what it means? I’ll be sure to ask mom or gram, but for now that’s the least of my worry I have a crap load of homework to do and to catch up on, some of the stuff I know and some I don’t and i’ll need to ask Papa for help. When I get home there’s a car in the driveway I don’t recognize, but once I reach a man steps out… My Father! ‘Dad!’ I yell jumping in his arms but quickly getting out remembering what he did, then on impulse I slap him and run into my house. He had no right to come here! After everything Leaving me and mom, radio silence! Not a single call or text for months at a time no idea of his whereabouts! But maybe I should be a little guilty for slapping my father but I don’t. He shouldn’t have come in the first place if he wants to speak to me he’s going to be waiting a while, like forever!! I run into my ‘room’ and flop down on my bed and stuff my face into a pillow to muffle my yells.