THE WILD ROSE
“You’re special, Rose. I have never seen a wolf like yours. I still cannot scent your wolf, only roses. I can’t wait to make you my luna.”
“I knew we would always be best friends,” she had said to him.
“Best friends, but more. You’re my soulmate, Rose.”
“We tell Brittany first,” she said. “She is my cousin, but I am sure she will understand us once she knows we are fated mates.”
Fated mates didn’t happen for all wolves, but when they did, they were revered.
“And Christopher, we can't leave out our third musketeer. He might be jealous,” he laughed, nipping her ear.
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