My Mate

Jezebel

This party wasn't a good idea. Avoiding the water has me feeling extremely awkward in this bikini, and everyone has been staring at me, though I hardly noticed when Lance and I were dancing. He gave me another tingle between my legs, and I don't like the way my body is betraying me. He is not my type, though the more time I spend with him, I begin to understand the appeal. Slow dancing pressed against his warm chest was comforting. Even Jade felt comfortable near his power. He isn't my mate though, and I am not one to sleep around. I am not a virgin, however. There was one wolf in the Silverhair pack I was exceptionally close with. His name is Seth, and we cared for each other deeply. We were both under the age of eighteen, but we believed we were destined to be together. We finally gave into our lust one cold winter night, convincing ourselves we were mates anyway. I was fifteen, and he was seventeen. The next year, he found his mate, and I hid the fact that I was devastated.