Page 73 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

“First, stop being an idiot. You think you used the app because you wanted to break a hex, Douglas? Pish posh. That’s not why.”

“It’s not?”

“No. The Fates already chose the lovely Dina for you. The app was just a means to bring you together, but it might have happened a dozen other ways.”

“Do you really think so, Uncle Uzzi?”

“My boy, I know so. Fated mates can’t stay apart for long. Especially when they live so close together. And do not question me again, I’ve been doing this since before you were even an idea, Wolf.”

He pauses and in the background, it sounds like he is moving from one room to another.

“Like I said. I have been at this a very long time, indeed. Bringing supernaturals together with their fated mates is the reason I exist. And Dina is the reason you exist. The only question is, what are you going to do about it?”

“Okay. I am sorry I blamed the app?—”

“The Fates, boy, they chose her for you. But you, you chose fear. Tell me, did you ever tell her how you feel? Ask her how she feels?”

“Um. No. Not really,” I confess.

“Well, you must fix it. Make her see she’s your mate. Not an option. Not a maybe. The one.”

“Right. Great. Except she won’t talk to me right now,” I mutter, slumping against my kitchen counter. “She told me to get out.”

“You left her alone after she was attacked?”

“What? No! I would never! Horace went over there in case any more Cats came sniffing around. He brought her back to her place.”

“Good. So, she doesn’t know you love her?”

“Love? Um, n-no,” I stutter, because the truth is, I’ve never loved anyone before.

Never said those three little words to another living soul.

But the second Uncle Uzzi says the dreaded L word, it all clicks.

I love her.

I love her!

My Wolf wants to howl it from the rooftop, but Uncle Uzzi’s voice grounds me.

“Then you’re going to show her,” Uzzi says firmly.

“I will! I’ll tell her I love her as soon as she’ll listen?—”

“Not tell. Show. Wolves don’t win mates back with words, Doug. They show up. They make a claim. They make it undeniable.”

I blink, thinking hard.

Show up.

Make it undeniable.

“I can do that.”

An idea starts forming, stupid and bold and probably ridiculous, but also, it’s very me.

“Wunderbar!”

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