Chapter 21

Michael was still in her room when evening came around. He said he wanted to be the first to wish her happy birthday and to be with her in case her shift started immediately. Werewolves got their wolves at the age of eighteen, although a few got theirs earlier or later in life.

“That reminds me of something I’ve been wondering about. Why aren’t you mates yet?” she asked him curiously.

Michael had turned twenty a month ago, yet he didn’t have a mate. She knew it wasn’t for lack of mates to choose from, as there were plenty of mateless she-wolves in the pack that liked Michael. He had a fan club of his own. She also knew some of them were really nice and lovely enough for her to consider accepting them as her best friend’s mate.

Michael shrugged in response.

“Don’t be like that, tell me,” she pressed him. “Tell me, or I’ll tickle you to death.” She attacked him with her fingers. Michael was very ticklish, and he found himself in an involuntary laughing fit wit