Werewolves have one mate. Only one. No amount of voodoo, black magic or bargaining with the Moon Goddess could fix that. Not that any of that stopped Wade from trying. And failing. But mostly failing.
With the death of his mate, Wade was like a sad, lost puppy. Despite the emotional turmoil that was going through his brain, his pack was growing weaker and weaker by the day. A pack without a Luna is no pack at all, and with the recent loss of their Luna, The Crescent Warriors couldn't be anymore screwed. So Wade tried everything in his power to bring back his mate. But nothing worked. Not even the strongest forces in the world could change the fate the Moon Goddess had destined.
Until Violet Campbell entered the picture and defied all logic. She wasn't supposed to exist. And not in the way that her parents forgot to wear a condom and then nine months later she was miraculously born. No. Violet couldn't exist because it wasn't genetically impossible - genetically impossible for a Werewolf to have two mates, that is.
For, Wade didn't have merely one mate. But he had two (what a lucky dog). And he wasn't going to take that for granted.
[ON HOLD - MAYBE INDEFINITELY..?]