P.S. You're My Mate novel Chapter 1

GRACE

I still remember the day I found my mate. The way he smelt was as fresh as the forest floor. The way his sandy blonde hair was always tied in a man bun. His blue eyes sparkled like the ripples in the ocean catching the glare of the sun. He was a pack warrior, his years of fighting took their toll on him, leaving him with a slightly crooked nose and a red scar that decorated his left cheek. The scar never 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. We fitted perfectly together. We shared so many likes and we shared the same dislikes which made it so much 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 of twenty, he was losing hope in finding his mate. You see, werewolves are meant to find their mates at the 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 my mind. His forest scent was the first thing I noticed, making my wolf howl in anticipation and then our 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 I was trained in combat skills and was pretty good at fighting. The pack needed all the help it could get so many wolves who weren't labeled as the pack warriors stood up that day. Many also died.

Including my mate, Carter Dell.