*Bryson*

Mate. Mate. Mate.

The word kept repeating over and over in my head, but I still couldn't believe it.

My father had expected me to find my mate once I turned eighteen in order to continue our line and prepare my future bride to be the future Luna of our pack once my father stepped down. However, because of my illness I had never been able to feel the mate bond.

For years my father had taken me to every meeting, every trip, every social event, just with the ...