Maybe eventually go a little batshit crazy without a mate to ground my magic just so I could add a little excitement into the mix. The desire to find your one, to find your partner—to find that person made for you, who completes you—that was buried deep within us. Shifters, fae, demons; it didn't matter. That biology was ingrained in the fabric of our being—and it never went away. Not after heartbreak. Not even after rejection.
