Jake
"Mate, mate, mate, mate, mate, mate, maaaate!" Fang has been chanting this word in a sing song manner now. It's his latest try at saying the sacred word in recognition of Olivia as our mate. But no matter the voice he uses, no matter how he puts the accents on any of the vowels, the word remains just that, a word. There's no primal urge to scream it, brand Liv with the word so everyone knows she's ours. There's no instinct in the way my wolf says the damn word, no matter how hard he tries.
"I don't even care is she's not chosen by the Moon Goddess. You were right, and even though it kills me to admit it, Olivia is someone special, and indeed, I like her. I like her a lot actually."
"Do you like her enough to choose her?" He bluntly asks, and I don’t give him an answer, like the
