Her Fated Mate
Tristan thought, the damn possessiveness of the wolf clan was at work again.
He was a little upset.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
These adult male werewolves still didn't know to rein in their scent?
In the silence, Tristan calmly opened his mouth.
"Black Tail, how old are you?"
The master suddenly cared about him, Black Tail wagged his tail happily and said: "Master, I'm twenty-one."
"So you're useless?" Tristan said mercilessly, scoffing coldly: "Werewolves can successfully suppress their own scent at the age of eight, right? If you can't do it cleanly, I suggest you go back to Snow Mountain and learn."
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