“Mate? Like soul mate?” I look over at dad who nods. “Your mother wasn’t my other half, or my soulmate, Novaleigh. She was my mate. The word I never got to use in front of you, the thing we held between ourselves. That we were mated. We were destined. And even though we lost our wolves, we were marked and till the day she died, she was my mate.” “Every wolf, has a mate. Part of our gifts from the Moon Goddess, or so the legend goes, is that along with our wolves she gave each wolf a mate. Our perfect match, to better us and love us and be all the things we weren’t. to complete us. Our bond with our mate is exaggerated. You feel… tingles when you touch.” My breath leaves my body as Remi speaks. He steps forward and runs his hand up my arm as he says tingles. “you feel sparks, when you kiss. You are obsessed with their scent, their specific smell.” He gives me a knowing eyebrow
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