There is some truth to the story about how two halves make a whole when it comes to soulmates or twin flames. Mine was more of a family affair, as in my “brothers and sisters” all were mated over and over again to one another throughout the years.
Did I complain? No. Because I was meant to be King.
And my Queen was truly above all others. Selene. The Moon Goddess herself!. The one that created our entire existence. But there were red flags everywhere. When we first kissed, I was a Roman warrior. We had traveled to Scotland with Julius Agricola, who had launched a campaign to invade all of what is now known as Britain and Scotland around 70 AD. As a werewolf, I needed my time alone, I made sure I was assigned to the land campaign and not the sea. The beautiful terrain had me bewildered.
