“Your father tells me you’ve met your mate,” Charlotte said, handing me a glass of water before sitting down.

I thanked her and gulped it down. I hadn’t realized how parched I had become. It was definitely worth it though, I enjoyed speaking with everyone.

“Did he?” I asked. “Because I distinctly remember him telling me I was too young to know whether I had actually met my mate.”

She sat quietly beside me for a moment. “I understand ...