He can't imagine they could have known they would be mates. Even if they could find ways to connect what they were, that they wouldn't likely kill one another upon meeting. He knows there's some that could happen with. Witches work with hunters, after all.

But this one was his mate. Fuck. Would be. Could be. If they acted on it. Fucking hell, he had no idea what to do with it all.

"No. Never. I was dealing with my family for a long time and then I was in a coma due to murderous hunters not caring if they took out a peaceful family and their kids."