Chapter 9 Lily

"Mates." Penelope said with a gentle smile. Lily raised a brow at her, but the term wasn't lost on her. She sensed Jayce tense up when she said the word, shifting uncomfortably beside her.

"I'm assuming that is a more serious topic than what I'm thinking of?" She asked and Penelope shrugged, swirling her wine around.

"Yes and no. It's not so much a serious topic, but it's one that humans can easily overlook. You see, unlike humans, Werewolves have a partner that they soul link with." Penelope told her. Lily leaned forward slightly.

"That sounds romantic." She said, and Penelope nodded.

"It can be, but some Werewolves can go without a Mate." She said, sipping from her glass. Lily frowned, dropping her gaze to the table. Her eyes then darted up to Jayce who was avoiding her gaze.

"Do you have a Mate?" She asked him. His hand gripped his slacks slightly. "I'm sorry, that was rude to ask." She said, feeling the tension radiating off of his body.