His mate: Fated to the Lycan
he kept saying, changing positions.
Stefan took out one of the leaves, the leaves were broad enough to hold water in place, the rain had stopped falling and was dripping, he drank from the leave and heaved. He was happy, his thoughts gave him the victory he most desired, “ wait, was it the rain that made me see those things?” He questioned, but got no response, “am I ugly? Nathan said I was uglier than that monkey!” he exclaimed Loudly
“Maybe, he was only trying to get me angrier after all, well, those were the thoughts of the true ruler.” he said and layed back, “I don't care what they say, I will only feign ignorance.” His lips curved into a smile.
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