“Do you think it’s possible to have two mates?”
Chase looks at me as if I had just turned purple and sprouted wings. He started to open his mouth to say something but someone beat him to it.
In the end she had chosen him. Like I had feared. Yet, I didn’t really mind. It never truly felt right with her. I know we were mates. Our wolves and bodies knew that. But also, somewhere with her – she felt more drawn to another. And maybe the existence of two mates seemed impossible but squirrel… squirrel