Clara
“Oh, I’m Angie, by the way!” says the girl with bouncy brown hair.
“Clara.” I say.
“Oh, Clara. I love your name.”
“Is my mate nice?” I asked. “Do you know him well?”
“I sure do. Our mates are best friends. And you’ll love Damien. He’s a great guy. He works too much and stresses out about silly things, but overall he’s great. Our pups love him.” She says.
“Pups? How fun.” I said, trying to seem interested, but I just wanted to meet my mate. Well, meet him and have all these aches and pains go away.
“Do you think I could wait to meet him until I heal some?” I asked, looking over at the mirror above the small sink in the corner and realizing I had cuts and bruises all over.
“I doubt it. He’s on the way and I don’t think he will let anyone stand between you two.” Her smile was in
