Finding their mate is like coming back home.
That thought had been with me since it came from my mother’s lips.
When Lindsay went home and my mother left to cook dinner in the kitchen and probably spend time with herself, I was all alone in my room thinking about everything.
I recalled the story she told us about her friend which made me understand why she was being so overprotective of me. She didn't want me to have the same tragic fate as her friend who took the risk and fell in love with a werewolf.
I knew I should be terrified after learning about those things. Like what she said, I should learn how to guard my heart against him. But I also knew it was already too late. And her story, which was supposed to be a warning, had the opposite effect on me. Among all things I should feel
