he was.
Everything was sliding into place and for the first time in decades, Mathias's head felt clear, his heart light. He'd given up on finding his true mate after his failure with Will. To think that it had finally happened, after all this time, was almost too much to bear.
He also suspected the resemblance between Will and his mate was no coincidence. It was very likely Will was related to Mathias's human in some way. Will had said no more descendants of his family lived in Willow Cove, but maybe that had changed.
It could be a problem for the Lone Wolf Pack. Mathias had to tread lightly, since he had not forgotten Jessie still needed his help. As much as he wanted to stay with his mate, he needed to find the right balance—and most importantly, find a way to tell his human the truth.
He was so lost in thought he almost missed the moment his mate stopped the car. "Okay big guy," the human said. "Home sweet home."
Mathias's mate slid out of the vehicle and let him out. Mathias jumped down on the ground and looked around, sniffing the air curiously. They were in front of a medium-sized house, pretty old in style, but not particularly run down. Mathias wondered if this was Will's family home, or some other property his mate had purchased for his own use.
The human almost seemed to guess his thoughts, and he obviously needed the company, because as they headed toward the stairs, he started to explain, "So I'm just getting the house clean. Don't you dare tear into the carpets or whatever. My grandfather loved this place. It was among the few things he had left of his brothers and his parents."
Given all that, Mathias expected his mate to tell him to stay outside, but the human didn't. He gestured for Mathias to wait in front of the couch. "Be right back. Let me see what I have in the fridge."
Mathias wasn't actually hungry—he could hunt easily enough for himself—but he didn't want to refuse his mate's generosity, so he waited. A few minutes passed, with the sound of banging and muttering the only sign that Mathias's mate was making any progress. Mathias couldn't contain his curiosity anymore and he padded to the edge of the living room. When he peeked into the kitchen, he found his mate standing in front of a table, helplessly looking at a slab of frozen beef.
The human noticed him and shot him a sheepish grin. "So I wasn't exactly planning on having a barbecue anytime soon, and that backfired on me." Shaking his head, he turned around and opened the fridge again, zeroing in on what looked like pressed bacon. "Okay, this is going to have to do. I'll work out on getting more later."
The last thing Mathias wanted was to unnecessarily dig into his mate's supplies or cause him inconvenience. He considered changing into his human form and explaining. Maybe he'd have done exactly that if his mate's phone hadn't rung from somewhere in the living room.
The human cursed. "Damn it. Okay, I'll feed you in a bit. Let me just take care of this."
His mate's tone concerned Mathias. There was something both harsh and lost in it, and he followed the human, knowing he shouldn't eavesdrop, but unable to keep himself from it.
His wolf form had the significant advantage that his mate didn't deem his approach as an invasion of privacy, which would probably backfire on Mathias eventually. Mathias couldn't change that, not for the moment, now when his mate was glaring fiercely at the phone. He accepted the call, but he looked so thunderous he was probably more inclined to throw the device out the window. "What do you want, Peter?"
"I spoke to Vera," came the reply from the other side of the connection. "She said you're dating someone already. What the hell, Ward?"
Ward. His mate's name was Ward. That was good to know—and probably the only good thing that would come out of this conversation.
"That's my line," Ward snapped. "What in the world gave you the idea that you can call me again—ever?"
Mathias really didn't like this