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Clara placed her phone down when the light changed, but Angela could tell she was trying not to smile. "I've been texting this guy, Barry. We matched about three weeks ago." "Three weeks?" Angela sat up straighter. "That's almost a relationship in online dating years. Why didn't you tell me?" "Because I didn't want to jinx it. You know how these things go: you tell people you're talking to someone and then they ghost you, and you have to explain that he turned out to be married, a cryptocurrency scammer, or just a terrible person."

My teammates hit me with a string of question marks when my hero stood idle and failed to hold the base. Frustrated, I quit the game and opened WhatsApp. The message was from Jacob Zeller, who lived downstairs from me. He was my roommate in college. There were four of us sharing a dorm, and we were pretty tight. While we were interning, we decided to job hunt together and moved into a cheaper apartment to lower our rent. Once everyone had a job, our hours were all over the place, so we each got an apartment to keep from getting in each other's way. We still grab a meal together from time to time.

Fuck off and leave me the hell alone. He hit send then turned off his phone. He didn’t want to hear, or see, anything else she had to say. He grabbed a fork out of the drawer and grabbed his food and went back to his office. He sat at his desk and ate his food while he continued his search. After a while, he found a website about vampires and vampire hunters. What he read seemed promising. On the site it stated a lot of myths and truths about vampires, and it was a lot more accurate than most of the sites that he had seen. It even said that it was a myth that vampires would burn up in sunlight. So much of what Alaina had told him to be true and to be false was on this website.

"How does that work? I'm still trying to understand relationship dynamics, but they're actually dating, right?" Renata nodded, leaning back against Shamira's muscular torso while her shoulders got worked. "It happens. Dating is hard around here. Weres try and make it work with a vamp, but the vamp will outlive them. Date your own kind, you've got a relatively small pool to choose from. Date humans, and most of the time you got to worry about their mortality and fragility, AND hoping they can deal with our world or that you can hide it from them. I tried datin' Reaper for a bit, but it didn't really work."

I say kissing him before I went to have a shower and I got dressed for the day. We met everyone in the conference room again that morning to start researching everything we knew on Angelo. Cade and Carter were on the phone with their contacts trying to find out any information that they could on Angelo and I hacked onto the dark web and went to the supernatural site. The one site that only supernatural's could access. I typed in 'Angelo Andres' and a ton of information popped up. Mostly eyewitness accounts. And even though this site was only made active about 20 years ago, there were people on there talking about experiences that they had with him over 200 years ago.

Looked like Loren had gotten carried away, Ria thought. "You know, of all the ghosts, the most dangerous are the ones that carry grudges and regrets…" Loren rambled on again. Ria started to think that Loren liked horror topics like this. "What do you mean?" Ria responded while reading through some of the articles she found earlier. “I have a story that my mother firsthand experienced. She once rented an old house that was haunted by a spirit full of regret and anger that almost brought her to an terrible accident…” Loren had already started preparing her story when Ria noticed that the clock already indicated that their next class was about to start.

I opened the car door and helped her out, then we made our way inside the restaurant. The ambience was nice and relaxing. There was a harp playing beautiful oceanic sounds. Gidian was humming in my head. He curled up into a ball and went to sleep. It was just Hazel and me. "This is nice," I said. I was more nervous than I thought I'd be. This was my first ever date. Being a werewolf and living in the supernatural world, dating was seen as a human thing, so we usually didn't go on dates. We go on hunts and runs. I grabbed the folded kerchief from my pocket and I wiped the sweat from my face. My hands were a trembling mess.

Ella. I didn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Kyle's face. Felt that pull in my chest like a physical ache. At two in the morning, I gave up and opened my laptop. I typed "werewolf mates" into the search bar, felt ridiculous, and hit enter anyway. Thousands of results. Most were fiction…romance novels, fan wikis, and role-playing forums. But buried in the noise, I found older sites. Folklore pages. Mythology databases. References to "true mates" and "bond pairs" that went back centuries.

“Don’t remind me. Last week, I accidentally walked in on two scouts arguing about strategy, in the hallway, completely naked, like they weren’t holding spears five seconds ago.” “That’s worse than Zoom guy,” Hannah declared. “I don’t know,” Lily said. “At least our guys don’t put ‘entrepreneur’ in their bio when they actually sell fake healing crystals.” Hannah raised a hand. “That happened to my friend. She thought she was dating a businessman. Turned out he lived in his mom’s basement and sold ‘moon-charged salt’ on the internet.” I snorted. “What does moon-charged salt do?” “Apparently,” Hannah said with a straight face, “it ‘removes toxic energy and bills.’”

It was hard to believe, but she had seen the evidence herself and there was no denying it. As a teenager, she used to read all those cheesy online fics, a werewolf falls in love with a human, and though he faces criticism and challenges, he sticks to the woman because she is his " Mate ", specially given to him by the moon goddess. She used to find stories like that romantic, and then her stupid brain would always wonder if there was someone out there for her as well, her soulmate.