Darius and Bartos had already left to go to their respective chambers, but Gideon remained as he sat on his usual spot at the training grounds. He had this weird urge to empty the remaining liquor for some reason, all while staring up at the bright moonlight above.
He let out a deep sigh before he chuckled and murmured, "I already have a mate, but…"
Gideon sighed once more before taking another swig of his liquor. His mate was a werewolf, but he wasn't sure if she even felt the same Mate Pull from him as he did to her. After all, she was still too young, a literal child at the time, and a werewolf could only feel the Mate Pull usually after they turned eighteen.
