The news shocked us all. He found his what?!

“Aren’t you like thirteen?” Grey asked with a raised brow.

“No, I turned 16 the day before yesterday,” Sean rolled his eyes.

“But Talia is eleven,” I deadpanned.

“Exactly why she cannot know yet. I’m not going to ruin her childhood because some moon goddess fated us together,” he grunted.

“Hey, have some respect for your creator. Also, how sure are you that you two are mated. You might just be mistaken,” Lance frowned.

It made sense, there were stories of werewolves mistaking infatuation for mates and they never ended well.

“I suspected you all would assume that, because you think...