Blake's POV
"You're my what?" I ask in confusion and disbelief.
"You're my mate," Noah repeats.
"Repeating it doesn't clear up any of the confusion," I state.
"I'm a werewolf. You're my mate." Noah says again. Ok. I knew this guy was weird, but what is he talking about?
"You- you think you're a werewolf?" I clarify.
"I am. So is everyone that lives in this building, including Dylan, Carla, and Tyler." Noah states.
"Ha, ok," I mock.
"Blake, I'm serious," Noah says with a pointed look.
"And this..." I motion around generally, "This is how you choose to tell me?"
"Can you think of a better time?" Noah shrugs.
"Yes! Literally any other time!" I nod.
"That's specific." He says, rolling his eyes.
"How about when I was crying in the ocean because I thought I was a freak with a ta
