I was worried about Haera. At one point we were drinking and dancing without a care in the world. There was a voice inside of me telling me to slow down, be alert – I had to take care of her. I was never overprotective or possessive, girls come and go and I never felt the urge to stay – until Haera. I couldn’t understand this feeling, this magnetic pull that drew me towards her, but I knew for sure I would do anything and everything to keep her safe, sound and by my side. Deep down, I knew exactly what it meant: she was my mate. I never took the whole thing about mates very seriously, I always believed it was more of a cultural way for werewolves to perceive love and affection. But when I met Haera, I swear I felt all those things I believed to be a huge exaggeration for an ordinary feelin
