Chapter 2

Layla is my best friend from childhood. She had gone out with the rest of the pack at the age of 19 and spent time looking for her mate in different packs. Kevin, her mate, had the chance to come here or make her stay there with him. He came here for her. If you didn't find your mate in this pack, you had the right to go looking for one. You were escorted by Uncle Liam and Uncle Carter and their mates too. "She doesn't need a mate," Dad huffs as he leans back in his chair. "Yes she does, shut up," Mom glares at him and he sits up quickly, shaking his head. "Does she really, Selina? Does my daughter need a mate? No." Dad tries to explain slowly to Mom and I smile. "Do you need a mate, Cole? Do you really?" Mom asks him instead and he frowns, nodding his head. "I can never win with you," he mumbles, a smile on his face as he gets up and kisses Mom on the lips and walks out of the room. "I like bein