His mate.
It’s a concept I’ve heard of before, but so rarely it feels more myth than reality. Some of us are lucky enough to have a mate, chosen by our wolf and blessed by the moon goddess. Most of us aren’t. In my 18 years of life, I’ve never heard of anyone actually finding theirs, aside from history lessons of the first Alphas who all had Lunas chosen by fate. I never expected this; I fully intended to live my life as it was planned for me. Bonded to Theron, and learning to transform the mostly platonic love we had for each other into the type of love necessary to allow us to live happily as a bonded pair. A mate? To the Lycan King? The entire concept is laughable. So, that’s what I do. I laugh.
This apparently was the wrong move; Varek’s eyebrows shoot so high you can barely see the
