Having a mate was the most essential part of being a werewolf and the goddess did well by blessing each wolf with a mate.
Having a partner was precious,it was what made their wolves whole and brought light into their eyes.Everyone had a mate,well,everyone but Onyx,or she refused to acknowledge the fact that she had one.She was twenty-seven already,an omega wolf even though she didn't parade herself as one,what more was her plan other than being anti-romantic and mateless,training hard every day to suppress her urges and instincts as an Omega?She had been doing it for many years,and doing it for the rest of her life was nothing.
The first thing Onyx noticed sauntering into her home was the drilling gazes of her family members,each with a partner hanged on their arm.She ignored them
