We Are Destined Mates
My wolf says again, and I answer her.
“Yes, it’s me. It’s Elizabeth.”
“Hello, Elizabeth,” Her voice is as warm as the morning sun, and the pleasure that the realization that my wolf was speaking to me brings is incomparable, “I am Altre. I am your wolf.”
“You have a name?” I ask her, forgetting about everything around me, the cliff, the wolves, the rushing Genecy, “I wasn't aware that wolves had their own names.”
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