Mated to the Night Wolf
A feat no one has done in a near decade.
I merely hum, walking around the desk, “Fate is far ahead of us. The girl has done as she was designed. Even without our help, she has somehow found an Alpha,” I press my lips, my hand tapping the top of the oak desk, “The Alpha, the strongest Arc…”
The lines on the desk take my focus for a moment.
“Despite what we know of such a treacherous path, I find it fascinating that these are the cards' fate chooses to play. A repetition...” I mutter.