Forty one

Vlad

Gazing into each other's eyes, time seemed to stand still. Everything sounded so surreal.

The concept of a werewolf mating bond fascinated me, the bond rooted in fidelity for life seemed far-fetched but a beautiful feeling, different from the fleeting nature of vampire relationships.

My dad loved my mum. There was no doubt about it but sometimes I could feel that something was missing.

Perhaps it was their age and rank in society. All my dad did was shower my mum with gifts which I was sure she'd gotten tired of receiving.

It was different with Raven.

This was real. We weren't just two young people caught in a whirlwind of emotions; we were two halves of a whole, destined to be together.

"We need to get back to class," she said, our gazes locked in an intimate dance and her eyes traced the contours of my face.

I reached out to caress her cheek. "For you, I'd gladly skip school for a week."

"Enough with the cheesy lines," her lips curved into a tender smile.

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