The hand upon my shoulder dropped onto the breakfast bar. “I am sorry if I am being harsh, son, but I don’t want you to look back in a few years when you realize you are not the monster you seem to have yourself imagined as, and regret your choices. There is no greater bond than that of the matebond. A chosen mate could be wonderful, but I don’t think that is the same. Plus, you and Cleo have history. It could be so good.”
I looked up at my Grandpa and nodded. I didn't doubt for a second that he believed what he was telling me. He believed that Cleo and I could be good together... and more importantly, he didn't believe I was the monster that I feared I was. His eyes were full of nothing but love and support. I knew I was lucky to have had him and my Grandma. Maybe I did better having th
