~Mark~

MATE! MATE! MATE! MATE!

Stop, Cato! You have to stop.

I want mate. Go to mate. I throw a wall up to block my wolf. He is going to give me a splitting headache, and I have to think. I have to figure out what to do because this is crazy. 

So the apples and cinnamon sent that I detected earlier belong to my mate, and my mate is Jenna. Oh, my fucking Goddess! What type of horrible turn of events is this? This woman doesn’t want me. She is out to replace my best ...