I feel my heart tightens, and my breathing stops for a couple of seconds.
His fated mate. So, Nate had… a fated mate. A real one. That sentence alone is kind of hard to swallow. Something inside me resonates a bit.
Finding our fated mate is like a one in a thousand, no maybe even a one in a million chance. Most werewolves can only dream about it, and a lot of us spend our whole lives looking for it, hoping to find that one person we should spend our lifetime with… We are told, when still pups, that our fated mate is someone the Moon Goddess chooses for us, that one individual who is our complete match. A singular connection that can’t be misunderstood. The few fated mates couples I actually know are perfect for each other. Couples that can fight like any other sometimes, but feel like
