* * * Max’s POV * * *
“What do you mean my mate was here?” I ask him, feeling dumbfounded. Is that what this feeling is?
“What were you taught about mates, before you were sent to the nights’ watch?” Alex asks me.
“Probably the same as any nine-year-old wolf, I guess. That a mate is a gift from the Moon Goddess, it is fated. That they complete you and when you meet them, it’s no longer gravity holding you to the earth, it’s them”, I answer him.
“Max, buddy, there are lessons beyond that basic crap you were given. About how a scent can make you feel like you’re losing your mind, even if the scent is from days ago. How your mate is the other half of your soul. How crazy your wolf will become when he knows his mate is near and how he will continue to be crazy until you find them. Trust
