“What about the mates?” I asked curiously. I had always been fascinated by this kind of connection between them, but I knew very little about it. As soon as I said the question, he jerked his hand away from mine. I had touched on a sore point. I couldn't ignore the disappointment at his sudden behavior change.

He leaned back and turned his head to the side so that I could no longer see his face. "It's okay. You don't have to"

"Yes. I want it.", he tried to smile but it didn't look real.

"A mate," he laughed briefly, "a mate is someone who loves you unconditionally. Many werewolves...