Thirty-eight: Xander

A white wolf stood before me. In my twenty-four years, I had never seen a white wolf before. They were so rare and they were known to be a symbol of purity. It was hard to stop Mirk from moving towards the female wolf. He had been searching for hours, tracking the scent that drove us crazy. Since I woke up, I hadn't been okay. My senses were stronger than usual. I didn't know what was happening. I thought this was because of the full moon, but I was wrong.

My senses were intensified because my mate was nearby, calling for me to search for her and find her. I waited for years, thinking that I had no mate, that I was unworthy of having a mate, but here I was, in front of my gorgeous mate. My mate. I had been waiting for so long to meet her and the Moon Goddess blessed me with a mate that made my limbs go weak.

For a second, my mind wondered about her identity, but the moment my eyes met hers, I knew who she was. Fate was playing me. Torturing me. I could easily identify