Chapter 3

Denise’s POV

The story with my mate was probably one of the most tragic mate bond stories to have ever existed. I honestly hated thinking about it, and sometimes, I lied to myself and pretended it had never happened. But not on the watch of my fellow pack members. They wanted me to remember, and it was one of the major reasons why they hated me so much. It all started four years ago…

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[Four years before]

I turned 16 today. I woke up in the morning with a hopeful smile on my face, hoping that the day actually went on well and that I went to bed with a smile on my face. 16 was the age every werewolf found out who their mate was. So, today, I was going to know who my mate was. I couldn’t lie that I was excited. I was very excited. I had been looking forward to this day since my dad had taken the time to explain to me what mates were. In my head, my mate was going to be some sort of savior, someone who was going to defend me whenever the other pack members cam