Brayden’s Mate—Chapter 33

Brayden lay in his bed and stared at his ceiling. It was dark, so he couldn’t really see the ceiling, but he stared at it anyway.

He hated it when his sister was right. Skylar had a knack for knowing when two people were fated mates.

She hadn’t had much to say about Cooper. Maybe she didn’t want to do an I told you so. It was almost ironic that Skylar had yet to find her own mate.

Brayden’s thoughts circled from there back around to Taylor. He’d given up trying to keep his thoughts away from her. Nothing worked anyway.

He was fated to think about her. His fated mate.

Taylor had to be his fated mate. He’d never had this experience before. Spending such a limited time with a girl that he couldn’t get out of his mind.

He heard the first few drops of rain as they fell on his roof. A single drop followed seconds later by a second drop. Then the drops became indiscernible. Like teardrops.

The gloomy weather echoed his mood. He’d taken the horses out a few times with groups since he’d last seen Taylor, but he hadn’t shifted for them.

He hadn’t shifted at all. It was as though his bear had retreated into a cave and had no interest in coming out. Would his bear wither with grief and die from missing Taylor? Is that what had happened to Uncle Jaxson?

Brayden shook off his gloomy thoughts and got out of bed. This was not healthy. He had to do something.

Even if it was wrong.