*George's POV*
I stared at her from afar as she sat by the window, seemingly in deep thought, her raven black hair glittering in the moonlight that shone from the sky. I had felt the sense of longing when I had met her at the camp before the war. I watched from the side lines as she fought, her blue fur dancing in the wind. Back then I had chosen to ignore the feeling, but now as I gazed at her, I felt a pang in my heart. What was this feeling, I thought as I continued to stare on, my hands resting in my pocket.
"Mate." My wolf whispered in my head and I could feel my heart tug.
I caught my breath as her eyes met mine, she had caught me.
Staring at her one last time, I had retired, disappearing into the woods as I headed for my home.
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"George ." Mr Morgan called out as I made my
