I flipped through the pages. Heart throbbing.
Eyes watering. Uncontrollably.
I wasn't running mad. I wasn't losing my mind. Everything that happened, every question I'd asked myself.
It all made sense now.
The dots connected. Too perfectly.
Mate.
That was the word.
Dane's mate. And he knew.
I sniffled. Turned through the pages of the book. Taking in all the new information. All at once. Overwhelming.
Mates weren't a fantasy. They were rare but never impossible.
The only reason wolves no longer get their mates was because of the barbaric traditions the elders came up with a few centuries ago. The tradition to make female wolves cage their wolves.
With their wolves caged, there was no way their wolf would be able to smell their mates. The male wolves wouldn't be able to find them
