WESLEY POV
I stared out the window above my kitchen sink, sipping my beer as I looked at the view of the lake from my house.
Soon, I thought to myself. Soon this will all be mine.
Well, provided I found my mate. Or chose one. And, since it had been 3 years since I’d turned 21, the idea of having to take a chosen mate was becoming more appealing.
I let out a sigh and set my bottle down on the countertop, my hands gripping the edge and my chin dropping to my chest. Exhaustion hit me like a freight train, the same as it did every day at the same time.
My Lycan grew more restless and agitated by the day. His constant irritation wore me out, to where all I wanted to do after working all day was come home, have a beer, and turn the TV on, only moving to tell Netflix that, yes, I was STILL w
