Troy
"Elsa, as you have seen I am a wolf." I start saying to her. I see how she is surprised. Her eyes are now fully popped out. I am also happy as to how she is looking at my d**k. It feels good torturing her. Part of me wants to claim her as my mate and part of me is disgusted that she is the one the moon goddess chose for me.
"We wolves always have a special someone meant to be our mate." I continue.
"Mate? Wolf? I don't know what to believe, my head is spinning." She says holding her head. She looks really confused and i am always very impatient.
"Look Elsa, what I am trying to tell you is that, you are my mate." I pause.
" Mate? What is a mate Troy please tell me, stop confusing me please." She begs.
"Male is a wolf's soul mate, the mates are specifically chosen by our moon
