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"Wow," Konstantin chuckled. "Counting down already."

"You know it!"

"So no college for you, huh?" I teased.

"Nope!" he grinned. "I've got a great-paying job, a nice house, and the perfect mate. Why would I need to go to college? Speaking of my mate, here comes my angel!"

And he was gone, flying across the cafeteria to wrap Grace up in a bear hug and swing her around in a giant circle as she giggled.

"What about your day?" I turned to Konstantin. "Going well?"

"Yeah. My classes are good, and I'm done after lunch. I was thinking about taking some AP classes, but decided against it. I don't want to go to college, either. I'm happy working for the coven until I find my mate. Then my future will be shaped by her, anyway."

"Aww! That's a sweet way to look at it." I smiled at him.

"It's the truth." He shrugged.

Then Landry was back with Grace, and Peri and Tyler arrived with three trays of food between them. Kon went with Landry and Grace to get their lunch, and a few minutes later, three more trays clattered on the table as Thoreau, Wayne, and Archer joined us with loud laughter and Spring prancing around happily.

We chatted and joked until the others were back with their food and two more people: A pair of massive male shifters who looked exactly alike.

"Luna," they said in unison as they sat down across from me and next to Landry.

"Hello." I racked my brain to remember, but I knew I hadn't met them before now.

"That's Beckham Hall," Tyler pointed to one of the mountains.

"No, I'm Bowie," the twin protested. "He'sBecks."

"Whatever." From beside me, Tyler shrugged. "No one can tell you two apart, not even your brother."

Isure couldn't tell them apart. They both had short brown hair styled exactly the same and startlingly light brown eyes. They even wore matching black t-shirts that said, "Lineman: Pancakes served daily."

I didn't get it, but didn't ask. I had a list of questions for my mates when I got home, so I just added that one to it.

"Do I know their brother?" I asked Tyler.

"He teaches auto mechanics here and is our football coach."

"Oh! Jayden mentioned him. Jared, right?" When he nodded, I looked back at the twins and opened my mouth to say something, but they were shoveling food in their mouths so fast, I hesitated to interrupt them. Then again, my boys ate like pigs, too, and didn't mind me talking to them while they did. "You're friends with Bram Merriweather. He told me about you. He's excited for you to come to his birthday party."

"That's right," said one of the twins after he swallowed, and I didn't even attempt to guess which one it was. "And we're excited to go. Not only because he's our friend, but because so many shifters are turning eighteen that weekend."

"I thought it was only three. Bram, Fifi, and Yola."

"Well, that's a lot, isn't it?" The other twin halted his fork halfway to his mouth. "Hopefully, one will be our mate."

"Oh!" My eyes widened.

"Yes,oh," the first twin teased me with a grin. "Of course, we only turned eighteen in April, so it's not like we've had a long wait. We're just impatient."

"Well, you're going to have to learn to curb that impatience if you want to be good mates," Landry told them as he cuddled Grace into his side. "Right, angel? Women appreciate patience."

"Anyone does," Grace murmured with red cheeks. "You know what else women want from their mates?"

"No, tell us!" the twins squawked.

"Your time and attention."

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