He chuckled. “I asked how the rest of your night went.”
“It was interesting.” I told him about Nina and her friends and he growled. “I have to ask this. Why does Nina say she is going to be your mate?”
“Because she is brain dead.” His answer made me laugh. “She thinks that because she is an Alpha female, she is in the running to be my mate.”
I snorted. “That can’t be true.” His silence was surprising. “Seriously Rowan?”
He sighed. “I’m the last of my kind. And I need a mate.” He groaned. “The council has been pushing for me to select a mate from the Alpha and Beta females that are still mateless. But I don’t want to.”
I grew quiet and Nix let out a howl in my mind. “Why not?”
“My Lycan thinks his mate is still out there. He refuses to accept anyone else. And I agree.”
“You do?”
“Yea. I mean, it’s every wolf's dream to find their mate. And…” He trailed off and coughed. “It’s stupid.”
“No, tell me.” I pushed.
“I assumed you noticed you can’t smell me.” He hesitated.
I pushed up against my headboard, smacked my mattress. “Yes.” I was louder than I meant to be, and he laughed. “I noticed. Why is that? I thought I was going crazy.”
His voice was filled with amusement. “My scent makes unmated she-wolves go crazy. Lycan males have to learn how to cloak their scent from an early age before they are allowed to go near regular wolves.”
“Ah.” I leaned my head back. “That makes so much sense. Does it change after you are mated?”
“It does. Once my scent combines with my mates, it turns softer, and then I don’t have to hide it.”
“That sounds tiresome. How are you supposed to find your mate, then?”
“Well I smell them, and I know. Plus, once I know who my mate is, I will get her alone and I can stop cloaking for her to realize I’m her mate.”
I nodded my head, and Nix gave another sad howl.What’s wrong?
He’s not our mate.
So…
I like him.Her answer was soft, but then I reminded her of the other wolf we saw during our run today and she perked up a bit.
“Amy?” Rowan’s voice was a little soft, and I snapped back to the conversation.
“Sorry I was just talking to my wolf.” I shook my head. “What happens if you don’t find your mate?”
“The council has given me until the end of the school year this year.” He huffed. “They say I have been single for too long. That I need a queen to balance my anger. If I haven’t found my goddess given mate by the end of this year, I have to choose one.”
“But that’s not fair.” I tossed out and this time his laugh was so sad.
“Life isn’t fair sometimes.” Rowan sighed again. “Anyway, this has turned sad. Let’s talk about something better.”
“Like torture?” I tossed out, and he laughed again, this time lighter.
“Exactly.”
Chapter Eleven
The next few weeks flew by. With classes, training, dinners with my mom and the calls with everyone, I was insanely busy. Most nights, I did my homework, ate a quick dinner, and crawled into my bed. The calls between Rowan and I became a weekly event. Usually, on the day of class, we would talk about what was going on in the packs.
