Chapter 11: Mates

*Bryson*

Mate. Mate. Mate.

The word kept repeating over and over in my head, but I still couldn't believe it.

My father had expected me to find my mate once I turned eighteen in order to continue our line and prepare my future bride to be the future Luna of our pack once my father stepped down. However, because of my illness I had never been able to feel the mate bond.

For years my father had taken me to every meeting, every trip, every social event, just with the hopes that I would finally feel that bond and find my mate. But with each trip I got more and more discouraged.

My father stayed hopeful, stating that my mate most likely wasn't of age yet, and when she was the pull would be much stronger. But I had suffered with my illness for years at that point and was sure that the lack of the mate bond was another cursed side effect. It had been a miracle that I had gotten my wolf in the first place, so it wouldn't be a stretch to assume my wolf was