80.
I blinked rapidly, trying to connect the man I had a crush on with the one in front of me right now. Why was my mouse now declaring him to be my mate after all this time?
I knew that most shifters couldn't confirm their fated mates until they turned 18, which I did a few months ago, but shouldn't that connection have slapped me in the face as soon as I walked into the diner after my birthday?
'The de-scenter,' my mouse reminded me, rolling her eyes. 'He couldn't smell you.'
'Then shouldn't I have been able to smell him?' I replied, still standing in the doorway. There were growls coming from the men behind me, but Caleb didn't seem to be worried at all about them. He seemed to be just as distracted as I was.
'You wouldn't recognize your mate if they came up and slapped you in the back of the head,' grunted my mouse. 'Do you even remember what he smelled like?'
