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"Are you scared of me?" He took a step towards me and stopped and I looked up to face him, still sprawled on the floor beneath, and shaking like a wet leaf.

"You_you are a werewolf" the word slipped out of my mouth in a whisper and he just chuckled at my statement before reaching for my hands and helped me back on my feet.

Still holding me close, he tucked some stray hair blowing freely in the night wind behind my ears and brushed his thumb across my left cheek slightly before looking into my eyes.

"Yes Avalon, I'm a werewolf and you are my chosen mate"

"Your chosen what?" My left brow raised lazily at him in utter confusion.

"Yes Ava. You are my mate"

I half chuckled and coughed at his statement. I mean, What the heck is he talking about? Am his chosen what again?

Mate?

Pssssssshhhh!

Is he by any chance trying to play some silly jokes on me right now? Like what the hell does he mean by that. I get the fac