Mate

         “Vampires don’t have mates,” Claire said, fuming. This wolf, Colin, was trying to make a fool of her.

         Colin fought back a laugh. “I know. Neither do most witches. But my pack has had a long-standing bond with the Yew Coven. Every generation, a witch mates with a wolf of the alpha line,” he said proudly; his hatred for his father ran deep, but he could not deny the power that the words made his wolf, and him, feel.

         Colin had thought that he had a human mate who had been turned into a vampire, and that was why she did not smell like either. It was so much more; she was so much more. He was not sure what reaction he expected, but silence certainly was not it. That was all he received. A blank, silent stare as Claire fell into panic.

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