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[Mine]

SEBASTIAN

While she battled with that, I looked around her room. It was quaint, not overly spacious but not small either. Somehow, it suited her. She had a queen-sized bed, an antique writing desk, two bedside tables, a rug that covered most of the wooden flooring along with a small bookshelf above her writing desk. As I said, quaint.

I imagined her sleeping on the bed, wrapped in her blankets when it was chilly outside, or kicking at it during the warmer nights. Mesopotamia was famous for its frigid winters, but the hot days were no laughing matter.

"Hypothetically speaking, assuming I believe any of this, which I don't. What's going to happen next?" she pondered, rummaging through her closet.

"Hypothetically speaking," I motioned, quote-unquote. "It indicates we'll return to my pack and perform the Luna ceremony."

"Suppose that's not what I want. To be your mate, or become your pack's Luna. What then?" She persisted.

"I can't and won't compel you to do anything you d