"I'm nervous," Freya whispered, as she finished applying her lipstick. "What if they don't like me? You're like the toughest warrior of your pack, and-and they probably expect you to have an equally tough mate. They're gonna hate me, Zav."
"Babe," Zavian said in disbelief, turning her around to face him. "First off, they're all going to love you. And secondly, that's not really how mates work."
"What do you mean?" Freya frowned.
"Mates are not supposed to be alike. They're actually supposed to be different from each other, so that one of them completes the other. If you were a tough, independent kind of girl, our personalities would clash too much, and we wouldn't get that 'you complete me' feeling from each other."
"Oh," Freya frowned, looking confused.
"What is it?" Zavian asked.
