Mated to the Night Wolf
He corrected, "a place filled with endless everything. Endless wants, endless emptiness, endless powers. Endless chaos. It came to him, whispered a solution- a host for it, in exchange for a mate."
My eyebrows arched, "what is the endless?"
"It is hard to describe." He paused, his gaze seemed to go off into nothingness, "It is everything and nothing at all. It is a mirror of worlds by which shadows and shades are born. It's a place and a being, a god in its own right-"
"And did it- did it give him a mate?" I managed to utter. I was taken in by the story and though I knew the answer, something about hearing it from his lips seemed more genuine.