“When seventeen-year-old werewolf boys start following you out of nowhere, it usually means one thing.” She gives me a sideway glance, prompting me to say the words out loud. I just need to man up and claim what she already knows.

“You’re my mate,” I nod and her pace relaxes slightly. “I knew it the moment I saw you in the school.”

“Which is why you started taking classes I take and followed me to my house,” she adds and I nod.

“When did you first notice my scent?”

“I noticed it lingering near my house after the first time you were there. As time passed by, I realized that...