Their Human Mate
It is when our wolf's hormones are sent into overdrive for male and female, so really any female unmated wolf in proximity to an unmated male wolf would be on each other faster than white on rice.
Carter and I, due to having been born under the blue moon, have been fortunate to be spared such a feeling, but we do still feel a high lust drive during this time, and we are still men after all, so sometimes, the female wolves in our pack would come to us and we would satisfy ourselves and them. It was the way of our nature. I feel bad for our mate whenever we meet her, because she will have to put up with both of us. Women always threw themselves at us, even when we were in school. They were always attracted to power, even humans, who didn't even know what we are, just thought we were rich and would try to throw themselves at us too, which was utterly disgusting to me. Personally, Carter found it amusing. The thought of a human and a wolf mating. That has always bothered me to this day. I hadn't told Carter this , but back in college, there was this girl named Melonie, who I had actually fallen in love
with somehow, even though she was not my mate. Melonie was unlike any other human I had ever met. She was sweet in the eyes, with eyes as green as the forest, with light brown hair. We dated for some time. I used to think that all humans were the same. Greedy and selfish, but she showed me she was different. At least that's what I thought. I had made up my mind that even though she was not my mate, I was going to marry her. I was not a chosen wolf to marry a human, as chosen wolves' eyes light up a bright blue every now and then when in close proximity with a human mate, but I didn't care about the law.