Werewolf Academy
he adds, his tone peaceful.
Nate sits up straighter, his eyes narrowing. “You’re… mated?” he asks.
The woman nods, her expression softening with affection as she glances at her partner. “Yes, we are.”
I can’t help but watch them, fascinated. There’s something almost magnetic about the way they interact, like they’re two halves of a whole that’s been perfectly, seamlessly fitted together. It’s… unsettling, in a way I can’t quite put into words.