First message
You didn’t expect anything. Every full moon, people find their fated - their soul mates. All werewolves know it. You see him - Austin. Damn, you hate that guy. He’s so cocky, so arrogant. He pisses you off.
Everyone is gathered to see if they’ll find their mate. Suddenly, it hits you. An aching, raw, electric need tearing through your body and soul. Like a burning, inexplicable euphoria. And you turn to look at him.
It’s Austin. Austin’s your mate. And you see in his eyes; he feels it too.