P.S. You're My Mate
Preface

GRACE

I still remember the day I found my mate. The way he smelt was as fresh as the forest floor. The wayhis sandy blonde hair was always tied in a man bun. His blue eyes sparkled like the ripples in theocean catching the glare of the sun. He was a pack warrior, his years of fighting took their toll onhim, leaving him with a slightly crooked nose and a red scar that decorated his left cheek. The scarnever healed thanks to the silver used to create it.

He was pure muscle, hard, and perfect. His 6'3 height towered over my 5'2 but it was perfect. Wefitted perfectly together. We shared so many likes and we shared the same dislikes which made it somuch easier for us to get along. It was a bonus that we belonged to the same pack: Silver Dawn.The day I turned sixteen was my first shift. Carter Dell was in charge of me that day. At the age oftwenty, he was losing hope in replaceing his mate. You see, werewolves are meant to replace their mates atthe age of eighteen unless their mates are dead or were like me, unshifted

The moment I shifted, I could feel my wolf restless in my head. She screamed at me, clawed at mymind. His forest scent was the first thing I noticed, making my wolf howl in anticipation and thenour eyes met and everything else was history.

Until...

An army of rogues had teamed up with hunters. They attacked our borders and as a pack warrior,Carter had to go protect his pack; i.e. putting his life on the line. I followed him that day because Iwas trained in combat skills and was pretty good at fighting. The pack needed all the help it couldget so many wolves who weren't labeled as the pack warriors stood up that day. Many also died.Including my mate, Carter Dell.

I had shifted into my chocolate brown wolf which had a snow-white underbelly and was fightingagainst two rogues. In the process, I hadn't noticed a hunter pointing a rifle at me loaded with silverbullets. All I heard was the sound of the rifle going off, the vibrations flowing through the forestfloor, up to my paws, and straight to my heart.

His howl made me whip my head to the side and I found his wolf lying limply on the ground inagony. I realized that he took a bullet for me and saved my life but the price was having to let himgo. He died in my arms and I cried till thy kingdom come because the pain I felt was excruciating.However, something strange happened...

Usually when a mate dies, the other soon dies afterward. Their wolf is the first to go, shrinking backand becoming non-existent because of the pain and then the human form finally gives in to thedepression and heartache - but that didn't happen to me.

My wolf never died, my physical form ached but somehow managed to get through it all and beganliving my life again but just as I was getting used to having no one to call my own, he came into mylife.

With his cynical smiles, sultry voice, dazzling honey orbs, chocolate brown locks, and a personalitythat wreaked with what a jerk he was. He contained every single quality I hated. I couldn'tunderstand why he couldn't just leave me alone. Without even trying he managed to piss me off. AllI wanted was to punch his handsome face in and break that pretty straight nose of his.

But I knew better than to do that. I would have rejected him but I wasn't sure if my wolf was readyfor that, for the pain. She had just recovered to be thrown in the deep end yet again. Unfortunatelyfor both my wolf and me, the pull to the jerk was so difficult to resist because a mate bond wasmade to be irresistible. Whether you like it or not, whether you're ready or not, once you found yourmate there would be no going back. Rejecting a mate meant killing that person's wolf and yourwolf. With no wolf, you would be human.

That prospect didn't sound so bad but I refused to let go of my wolf which meant I had to put upwith his antics until I found another way out of the predicament I found myself in. I vowed to neverdrink again because all of this began from one stupid drunken night where I got hammered andwent home with someone I thought I would never see again.

Because fate loved bringing drama my way, I ended up waking up that morning and realized thatthat stranger would be someone I would possibly be seeing for longer than I anticipated.

All because he somehow thought I was his mate!