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my limbs before a bit of pain bursts through it as my bones reconfigure. It doesn’t last long though. Once I’m in my wolf form, my entire body feels like it’s finally free. It’s this indescribable pleasure that takes over.”
    “How old were you the first time?”
    “Six.”
    “Is your mom one too?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Is it true what the books say about a true mate and claiming?” Her tone was light and breezy.
    I froze, taken back by her question. She clearly didn’t think she was my mate, or even a potential mate, given the nonchalant curiosity of her question. I glanced at her. She had her head slightly angled as she patiently waited for my answer.
    “It’s true,” I reluctantly replied.
    “That’s actually pretty amazing in my opinion. How many people marry the wrong person every day only to end up in divorce? Your way ensures that you end up with the right person, the best person for you, the first time around.”
    Her perspective intrigued me. I hadn’t thought of it like that before. What would she say when she found out she was my mate though?
    By the time we pulled up to her apartment building, the sun had nearly disappeared below the horizon.
    “I’ll be really quick, I promise,” she sputtered, undoing her seatbelt and grabbing the door handle.
    “I’m going with you,” I asserted.
    She acquiesced. “Alright.”
    I walked behind her until she reached the fourth floor. I took her keys and unlocked the door. The heat hit me the moment the door opened. It was sweltering inside. The place obviously didn’t have good insulation. On top of that, it was dark. I knew Aura wouldn’t be able to see inside.
    “Tell me where to go. I can see in the dark.”
    “Wow. I don’t feel inferior.” She chuckled.
    “You shouldn’t.”
    “Uh huh.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s in the first kitchen cabinet across from the fridge on the bottom shelf. There should be three prescription bottles in the front.”
    “Okay. I’ll be right back.” I headed into the space, immediately locating her meds. I glanced at the names, but I wasn’t familiar with any of them. I frowned as I pulled them off the shelf. I hadn’t considered the fact that she could be seriously ill. Every muscle in my body coiled at the thought. It wouldn’t be fair to find her and lose her almost immediately.
    “Did you find them?” she called.
    “Got them.” I closed the cupboard and went back to the door. She stood fidgeting in the doorway. “I told you it was no biggie.” I smiled.
    She smiled and blushed at the same time. It sent all the need in my body south. I ushered her out the door before I was tempted to make use of the dark, empty space. I locked the door behind us and led her back to the Jeep.
    I waited until we were driving again before I broached the question. “What are your meds for?”
    “Um, basically I have a thyroid condition.”
    “And the long of it is?”
    She grinned. “How can you know me so well already?”
    I looked directly at her. “Because I’m meant to.”
    Her smile turned wistful. She shook her head, as if to regroup her thoughts. “When I was three, I had an abnormal growth on my thyroid. They surgically removed it and did a biopsy. Everything came out fine so they didn’t do anything more. Within a year, I’d gained some weight even though I was eating the same, was tired all the time and didn’t look ‘lifelike’. For a mother who prided herself on offering men the perfect package, a dull, overweight child wouldn’t do.
    “So she shuffled me to several doctors before they discovered that I had hypothyroidism. They thought I’d had it since birth but it wasn’t caught. They put me on hormone therapy and sent me on my way. When I kept gaining weight and my symptoms only worsened over the years, they finally ran more blood tests and discovered I have an autoimmune disease that’s attacking my pituitary gland, my thyroid, and digestive track. At that point, they added more