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37| Finding My Mate

The Blackmoon pack's celebration unfolded through the night, lingering until the first rays of dawn. As the sun timidly peeked from behind clouds, a serene slumber embraced the pack. Bodies were sprawled across sofas and littered on the floor, a testament to the night's revelry. In the midst of this quiet aftermath, Denzel and Nira remained awake, perched on the front porch, engaged in conversation while witnessing the sunrise together.

“Something intriguing occurred at the founder's ball,” Denzel shared.

“Many intriguing things happened that night, Denzel,” Nira responded. “You'll have to be more specific.”

“I'm referring to when I carried you in my arms, fleeing from the police,” Denzel recounted.

“Ah, that moment. What about it?”

“Well, I caught a hint of mate scent in the air,” Denzel revealed. “I believe my mate was present at the ball. Yet, when I glanced back, she was masked. Ezrianna was with her—I could sense her witchy fragrance.”

“That's good news, Denzel. Maybe Ezrianna ca
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