Calder
I walked back from the training grounds towards the packhouse with Gentry. “Bring Remi down to breakfast,” I linked Cullen.
“When I am ready,” Cullen linked back. I rolled my eyes but knew he would bring her down shortly.
“You’re going to have to start pulling punches,” Gentry said, nursing his side. “Are you taking something?” he asked.
I laughed. “Uh, no. I’m mated,” I said.
“Goddess help us when you mark her,” he complained.
“Maybe we should find your mate so you can keep up,” I suggested.
“Haha...” he sighed halfheartedly. I knew he wanted to find his mate more than anything. He has wanted to find his mate since we were about 10 years old.
“We’ll find her, man,” I said, clapping his shoulders. I looked over at the back doors of the pack house to see my mother stan
