It's Me Your Mate.

Damon's POV.

The younger wolves were having trouble shifting and I was there to help them turn.

While it has been a stressful process getting them to believe in their wolves and let them have control over them, it was still a beautiful sight.

Seeing wolves turn for the first time, was just watching a child take their first step. The smile on their faces, the tiny howls of excitement, and their tails wagging happily behind them as they jumped around and sniffed at themselves.

I turned away from them, sighing in exhaustion as they ran through the woods excitedly. I looked up at the moon shining brightly above me.

It was time I shifted too.

As usual, it wasn't a painful feeling anymore as I shifted very frequently. I felt my bones breaking and rearranging and I closed my eyes as I went into fours.

In a moment, I opened my eyes as I was in my wolf, it was brown and my oceanic blue eyes watched the woods cautiously.

"Mate."

My wolf Zac whispered in my head and I looked around.

"What hap