"Soren, my boy," Stephen pats Soren's shoulder, while Zale, leaning against his car, glances at them from afar. As promised, he took Soren to meet Stephen. But now that he's out in the real world, he's kicking himself.
It's not as refreshing as his mate had claimed. It's full of weird and bizarre people who he despised wholeheartedly.
How could Soren expect him to find the same air invigorating that the same humans breathe if he doesn't like his own kind? His mate, Soren, is now the only shifter he cares about.
"Say it once more! I don't think I've fully recovered from last night's hangover." Stephen scratched his temples and blinked at Soren once more.
Soren chuckled while shaking his head, "Yeah you heard it right. Zale is my mate, to whom I'm bonded now. We're mates uncle."
