#Chapter12 KYLE
Barely a week has passed since my seventeenth birthday and it couldn’t have sucked more. We werewolves have pretty high expectations with this particular birthday, especially because our wolves mature enough to finally recognize our mate by their scent. Having a mate is probably the end goal for many werewolves around the world and I can’t blame them. I have seen how much in love two mates can be, how sappy that shit is and I’m not going to judge someone who wants the same thing in life as soon as possible even though that’s not the mission of my life.
