#Chapter 57: Trust

Grace Charles smiled. His eyes twinkled with mischief. “Oh?” Margaret scoffed. “You sound like you grew up eating that Union propaganda for breakfast.” Charles smiled. “We thought once that it didn’t happen, but surprisingly, it’s more common than people think. I have people looking into it, and so far, they just think it’s a matter of exposure.” I frowned. “You mean because we don’t mingle enough, we don’t end up finding our mates, whether they are a werewolf or a lycan?” He nodded. I shook my head. “Not that I think mates are the end all be all of happiness, but that’s… I can imagine how many more people’s lives would be better if they had just met their mates—lycan or werewolf.” I sighed and wondered what I would be like now if I had met my mate before I met Devin. Would I have children? Would I already be a doctor? Would the drug have already come out? It was pointless to wonder about the what-ifs. Everyone knew that waiting to find your mate was practically askin