Andrew
I stare at the face of the woman who is my mate, her face resting over my chest as she stares at the night sky, her eyes reflecting the shimmering stars above.
I brush her hair gently away from her face as she turns her head to look at me with a soft smile, her lips parting slightly as if she's about to say something. But then she closed her mouth, staring at me.
"You want to say something?" I ask softly, tracing my fingers along her jawline.
"I am thinking..." she pauses, her eyes searching mine for a moment before finally speaking.
"What are you thinking about right now?" I chuckled softly, feeling a warmth spread through me at her question.
"That you are a werewolf..." she pauses, her expression turning serious as she processes my words. "Are you born a werewolf, or
