“The blood moon is finally up,” Genevieve said, staring at the man that was dressing up. In a blink of an eye, she was already in front of him in her naked glory. She reached up and caressed his smooth flawless cheek, “what do you think tonight hold for us, Edward?” she whispered. “I have missed you, I have missed us. Whatever that happens, even if we can’t find them, let’s mark each other.”
Edward glanced at her in shock, “do you realize what you just said?”
“Yes,” she nodded, “I know what I said. We have been searching for so long Edward. You have been searching for two thousand years and I? I have been searching for a thousand and two hundred. Why does it take us long to find our own mates? The damned Night Howlers starts mating from the age of sixteen but a Nightwalker can only start
