26: A peace treaty

Moana

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I had no idea what I should say in return to defend myself. Maybe truth? I took a look at his neck, and that was when I realized Lotus had not exactly bit at his neck but at the area between the neck and shoulder. I didn’t observe it before because I was in pain and busy crying.

Her canine had not just pierced his skin but also torn his t-shirt around that part.

"It was a mistake," I said in a low tone. Indeed, it was a mistake that my wolf would love to make again and again. I flinched when I felt his pain, which barely lasted for a second because he was good at hiding it.

Did I care?

Nope.

I didn’t know how to sugarcoat things. My tone was rough. Most of the time, I simply talk, but people assume my tone is that I am arguing with them or am not in a good mood.

"Self-defence, to be exact because you had no plan to leave me in your death grip," I explained.

"That doesn’t change the fact you marked me as your mate." He pointed it out.

Chose him as my mate?

We were mates before t