ELEVEN

It was night.

A very chilly and unusual, sad one for Michelle, who could be seen gaping at the rounded moon. Tonight, was the Mating Ceremony – an event that usually grants werewolves their heart desires since they'd be fated to someone they'll share the rest of their lives with.

A remarkable day, wasn't it?

Michelle had always considered it to be so – well, that was when she and Shawn were together.

This same, the nights were unruly chilly, with heavy yet light gushes of winds that'd kiss the bare skin of anyone outside.

The moon's radiant rays also presented a suitable mood for newly mated werewolves to cuddle and bask in the warmth of their souls.

A bittered smile ultimately broke out of Michelle's lips once the howl of a wolf was heard – she recalled perfectly listening to Shawn's howl the day they found out they were mates.

So yes, this day entailed so much sadness for Michelle, and she couldn't help her tears from dropping rapidly from her eyes.

The fact her encounter with Shawn