It's been two months since my sixteenth birthday. I wish I could say that my restlessness died once I met my wolf; however, that never happened. If anything, it almost made things worse.
Ever since my wolf revealed that I had already found my mate, my thoughts soon became flooded, wanting to know where she was. She looked younger than me by about four years, which would mean that she wouldn't know about the mate bond. However, one thing plagued my mind. The necklace. It was a gesture that a lover would do. Not just a good friend.
I'm friends with many of the pack wolves. However, there isn't anyone that I would ever go to the extent of making such a special gift for. That doesn't make me a cold person. Rather, I would get my friends something simple. A toy or item that they had desired,
