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I noticed you didn't deny we're mates.
This was a bad idea. I knew from the moment I'd received the knock on my door with the invitation I should've said no, but nope, I was now at a highly illegal event as a spy for the Northwestern Shifter Council. How ludicrous was the idea of speed dating for shifters? Fated mates were a fairytale, a lie that parents used to motivate young shifters to excel at life, nothing more. Besides, after this was over, all of these shifters would be charged with risking the secrecy of our kind. Which was, by far, the worst crime a shifter could commit. Or they'd totally misjudged the entire thing, and I'd walked into the domain of a murderer that humans would some day learn about in a true crime episode.
I dragged the edge of the blindfold off. Looking arou
