He had just returned from a family wedding, one of his younger brothers had at last found his mate and settled down to breed the next generation of Greystones. Nat should be happy about it, but the main topic of conversation at the wedding seemed to be his own lack of a mate. Usually there was no rush, or pressure, to find a mate, but when you are pack alpha, it was seen as your duty to breed. “Set a good example” were the words mostly used. He sighed, the problem was you couldn’t conjure a true mate from thin air, and he had to be sure that he chose the right one, this had always worried him. Thankfully when he had collared his younger brother Hal, and asked him how he found his mate, he said that he knew as soon as he saw her. There was no second guessing; no doubt whatsoever that she was the one. This eased Nat’s mind in some ways, but also convinced him he had not met her yet. Now the only problem was he would have to throw himself into socialising with the opposite sex more than ever, casting a big net, they called it.
