Galatia

Galatia was done exercising, so he took the towel he had dropped on the gum bench to wipe off the sweat he had on his forehead. He had been working out for as long as he could remember, especially those times he was too busy to run in the wild in his wolf form.

He picked up the bottled water as well and drank half of the content as soon as he unscrewed the cap. He wasn’t sure he wanted to go home yet, knowing his grandmother had said he wanted to see him when he was back. He was scared that she was about to nag him about getting married, and that was the last thing on his mind.

He had a private gym at home in his house, but he didn’t want to be at home at all, as he had been avoiding talking to her, but he had no choice but to get home soon. Galatia had found his mate two years ago, but she had been involved in a car accident that resulted in a fire explosion. The car had skidded so much it had leaked gas, and before anyone could get there to drag her out, she had exploded.

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