“Mate.”
Rhys’ don’t believe in mates. It is a weakness, an imperfection we were thankfully spared from, and it has made us perfect. It has made us above everyone.
I have never thought about mates nor have I ever wondered what it would be like. Though I have heard warriors and maids whisper about it in the halls. They speak about how mates are everything, how nothing could come close to what it feels like to have a mate.
According to them, it is supposed to be magical, life changing and something werewolves cannot live without.
But I never really believed them.
No Rhys in history has ever had a mate.
We are taught everything from the moment we open our eyes to the world, but the subject of fated mates has been skipped, shrugged off and avoided as much as possible. Though at one point
