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Michael's Mate
Michael Pain and ache in my chest were what I was feeling. I convinced myself I was all right and in control, but I knew I wasn't. When I arrived at the gala, my inner lycan, Hael, was excited. He smelled our mate instantly. I felt trepidation because I didn't know who my mate would be. I have been different ever since I was young. I felt less restricted by gender roles. Sometimes, I felt more masculine; other days, I felt feminine. Some days, I don't identify with either side of the spectrum. My mother encouraged me to express how I felt through my clothes. I dressed androgynously to support my feelings, but my father hated that part of me. To him, men could only play with guns and roughhousing. I was not the son he dreamed I'd be. He forced me into training early in life, and I be
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