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display. On any other day, I would take one or two to my chamber and give them what they wanted, but tonight, none of it enticed me. Infact, I was repulsed by it all. Frustration welled up i

these years. Tonight isn't any different. I felt the all familiar feeling of rage slowly build up at my chest. I needed to breathe or I'll explode. I shifted to my wolf and sprinted into the

me. Maybe I am doomed to be a mateless wolf. I closed my eyes as I took in a long, deep breath. The air smelled of wet Earth and plants. But then a subtle yet intoxicating aroma wafted through my nostrils, captivating my sens

t. I scanned around, and my eyes settled on a fallen tree, a few yards from where I stood. That must be where the scent

the bare wet ground, unconscious. A huge gash extended from her upper thigh down to her knee, and blood drip

obvious that she got the wound a while ago. St

inner wolf purr in delight. Mate. A voice in my head whispered. This beautiful lady in distress was my mate. She stayed unconscious, and her ches

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cold. Normal werewolves hardly react to cold. This explained my theory. It also explained w

a human,