I’ve never felt anything like this before. The electrocuting impact that’s bolting through my muscles and blood whenever I lay my hands on Cloette is a sign that I consider her to be my mate. To be frank, though I was mad at Lavine for marking her, I find it quite relieving too. The fact that he did it first means that I cannot do it to Cloette. Otherwise, both Lavine and I will die. I shrug my frustratingly useless thoughts. There’s no way I can’t let my mother or anyone know about the pull I’m feeling towards Cloette. My purpose has been established long before I was born - to topple Alpha Rusell from his throne. Since my father is gone, I’m given the task of putting his and my mother’s plans into action. Falling in love with a human-turned-werewolf will be the best ground for my failure
