“I’m ready, Timmy,” I replied without further thought.
“That’s fantastic! I hope you won’t end up regretting it,” Timothee beamed widely, his piercing blue eyes locked on the enigmatic mark.
“Why should I regret it? Isn’t marrying you a decree from the Moon Goddess?” I questioned, locking eyes with him in a deep, unwavering gaze.
Timothee arched an eyebrow, then uttered, “Because I’m a Lycan loathed by many.”
Silence enveloped me as Timothee’s words sank in. I was aware of his secret - he was a Lycan, a werewolf of immense strength. Yet, the realization that this had led to him being shunned by his own kind struck me deeply. A wave of empathy washed over me.
However, Timothee swiftly shrugged it off, “Don’t feel sorry for me, Barbara. This is my destiny, and I’ve embraced it.”
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