~Mark~
MATE! MATE! MATE! MATE!
Stop, Cato! You have to stop.
I want mate. Go to mate. I throw a wall up to block my wolf. He is going to give me a splitting headache, and I have to think. I have to figure out what to do because this is crazy.
So the apples and cinnamon sent that I detected earlier belongs to my mate, and my mate is Jenna. Oh, my f**king Goddess! What type of horrible turn of events is this? This woman doesn’t want me. She is out to replace my best friend. How can she be mated to me? Why would the Moon Goddess think it’s a good idea for her and me to be together? I know I don’t know her personally, but just looking at her actions tells me more than I need to know.
“MARK?!” I whip my head toward Lincoln, who is in shaking a hand in my face. Landon is looking at me wit
