LOUIS

ROWAN .

“Stop following me,” I snap at the two women as they chase after me, hot on my heels.

“We are not following you, we are curious about your mate,” Lisa shoots back.

“Stop calling him that, he is not my mate.”

“Just because you don't accept it doesn't make it any less true,” Rina retorts. “Your wolf called him mate.”

“And just because she called him that doesn't make it true!” I snap back.

“Actually, it does. It is our wolves that recognize the mates, not the human, which means your feelings, thoughts and opinion on the matter has no bearing on the truth. Your wolf called him mate, he is your mate. End of discussion.”

“Stop following me.”

“No.”

“Not a chance.”

With an annoyed huff I quicken my footsteps as I head to the clinic, nodding and acknowledging the greetings of the people milling about as I pass by.

“You know, we still have no idea as to why he was there in the first place,” I remark. “You two are so hell bent on making me accept him you are completely ignoring the fa