Thad sighed and waved away the wolf’s words. “No, you imbecile, how will you find me a mate?”
“You want a mate?” Elle asked him before Dalton could answer. “Don’t you have one in your own species?”
Thad turned his eyes on her. Her mate, Sorin, shifted closer to the fae, placing a hand possessively on her back.
“My own species doesn’t mate for life,” he told her.
Elle nodded. “Mine doesn’t often,” she said. “But why would you want something like that?”
“I have been recording the history of all the supernatural races for more decades that I care to admit,” he said as he stood, unfolding his long form. As the most powerful of his race, he was also the largest. At nearly seven feet, he towered over even most of the werewolves. He walked over to the large windows that looked out into the
