I trek through the trees, trying not to think of the way Alex called me his mate.
Not his fated mate. His mate.
My wolf feels smug at this development and rumbles happily.
“Shut up,” I mumble under my breath. “It was a slip of the tongue. He didn’t mean to call me that.”
My wolf silently disagrees.
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Lake Mist is a hidden gem in this town. It is said that the lake has been enchanted by witches, and at night, it glows under the moonlight. I’ve never seen it like that because I’ve never felt inclined to come all the way out here at night. It’s just as beautiful in the daytime, I’m sure—the water is a clear, crystal blue, and the sun’s reflection gives the lake a shimmery, mystical appearance.
Somebody had the idea to install a couple of benches around the lake. I think it must ha
