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LEVI
I walked into the stable, thinking of Charlie with every step.
It was unusual for me to be this attracted to a female. Unusual enough to make me wonder…
No. No f*****g way. I would’ve known if she were my mate. At least, I thought I would. I didn’t get that instant recognition thing male shifters said they felt the moment they caught their mate’s scent. Like Boyd with Audrey. Colton with Marina.
Of course, my wolf was latent—he was inside me but couldn’t come out—so it was possible I wouldn’t know.
This was why I wanted a she-wolf for a mate. If Charlie were a shifter, she would know if we were mates. She’d tell me. Because my wolf had been broken—whatever the f**k the word was—by my grandparents, I was left playing guesswork. It would be easy if Charlie knew she was mine. Obv
