His mate: Fated to the Lycan
Sunset was almost upon them, Stefan decided to spend the night at Joey's house, even though he had to be at the palace to see his plots come through, he layed on the crouch, his heart beat steady as he closed his eyes, both hands placed at the back of his head.
Joey stood at the dinning watching him as though, he was his nemesis, he clinched his fist in an alternative surge and motioned swiftly to the kitchen, his eyes screwed round hoping to see his sharp dagger, he had bought them a day before Stefan arrived his house, he never muldered someone not to think of a close one, but there he was scanning the dagger, deadly thoughts running through him like the red blood cell, “Joey, this isn't y
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