My mother’s words that night didn’t leave my mind at all. I revisited all the memories I had with her whenever she educated me about werewolves. But apart from all those basic information anyone should know about them, that was all I could pull up from my knowledge until a single word put sense into her words.
I stopped from spinning the pen in between my fingers and sat up straight. I leaned forward at the table and wrote down the word which popped into my mind.
Mate.
As far as I remembered, male werewolves are known to have their own mates destined to them—a woman they will imprint on. It’s like having an arranged marriage in a werewolf way. The only difference is that it’s not just a tradition or for convenience. Rather, it is a part of their lives.
Knowing that, I believed that was
