IRIS.I used to have a wolf, but five days after I turned eighteen, I lost her. I still remember what happened as if it were just yesterday. On the night of my eighteenth birthday, I accompanied my half-sister to a festival. A chaos erupted, and we tried to run away. People were shouting, and then the stampede happened. We got separated, and the next thing I knew, I was in the middle of the swaying crowd, being pushed by everyone who wanted to get away from that place.I stumbled and gripped the arm that was nearest to me. I felt the spark travel all over my body, activating the bond between me and my fated mate. Yes, I touched my fated mate that night. His masculine scent enveloped my senses all at once, putting me in a trance. It was too late when I realized the crowd had already pushed me. But I saw him—he was tall, and he towered over almost everyone—and I knew it was him. My fated mate. He kept turning around, as if looking for something or someone. I tried to call his atte
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