From the time they were pups, every werewolf was told about the great blessing of the Goddess.
One mate for every wolf. One perfect match, a shared bond for just the two of you. A guarantee of love and acceptance from another person in the world.
Of course, there was no guarantee that you would find that person, only that they exist.
This was the story every pup knew.
A story that Granger didn’t care that much about as he grew up. What did it matter to him if he found his mate? He felt nothing towards the girls he knew or the boys, for that matter.
If not for the love and affection he felt towards his parents and two younger sisters, he might have believed he was incapable of feeling anything at all.
