Zoro
I found myself sitting alone in my room, staring at Crystal's picture. It was an odd sensation, a warmth spreading through my body, igniting a fire I hadn't experienced before. The rational part of me questioned the inexplicable heat, prompting a troubling thought: was Crystal my fated mate?
I couldn't fathom the possibility. Fated mates were a concept ingrained in our werewolf culture, a mystical bond ordained by the Moon Goddess herself. It seemed too fantastical to believe, and yet, the undeniable connection I felt towards Crystal stirred doubts.
Seeking answers, I turned inward, addressing the voice that resided within me—Andy, my wolf. "Andy," I whispered, uncertain if he could hear my thoughts, "what's happening to me? Is Crystal my fated mate?"
A subtle rustle of consciousn
