“Meg? Are we mates?” “I—I don’t know.” “I’m not human. I will never be human. But maybe I can be human enough to be your mate.” Meg looked at him. “I’m not a Wolf. I can never be a Wolf. I can’t even look like a Wolf. So how could I be your mate?” Meg didn’t need to shift to be pack, to be his mate. Was that love? “You’re Wolf enough for me,” he said. “And you’re human enough for me.
