Val had wanted him for a while. Even when he'd seemed too young, she'd fought her interest in him. His interest in her had been clear for a while too. Her wolf wanted him and told her so all the time.
Monty was eighteen now and it was time to claim his mate. He'd waited as long as he could, and he couldn't wait any more. Sure, he was young, but they were fated mates and that was all that mattered.
She was a white wolf, but he was an alpha and they could make things work