Benji POV

Benji was a little confused. Ginger had just asked him if he knew about mates and she looked terrified. She leaned away from him in her seat, her eyes were wide with worry, and some color had left her cheeks.

“I’ve heard it mentioned in my research,” he said slowly, not wanting to frighten her more. “Nothing was clear about what it meant.”

“Right.” She stared at her stuffed mushrooms. “All shifters have a mate, you see. We ...