Last Female Sypher and Her Brother's Friends
“A mate is… the other half of your soul. And not in a metaphorical way. Those bonds are among the most respected among shifters. They become a part of each other, they can sense each other's feelings, and if one dies, it's not uncommon for the other to soon go with them.”
“I don't get how that works. My wolf wants…” a red blush flushed down her neck, “both of you. That's not a relationship, that's a threesome.”
I let out a strained laugh. The thought of sharing her with Barric sends blood rushing south, surprising me.
I’m not finicky about sharing. Most male inmates aren't, but I never envisioned being as tolerant about my mate.
Barric subtly readjusts himself.
“It's a band,” I say before my