It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel.Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch.We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.I became her stalker, not that she knew. Werewolves have the tendency to scout their mates out first than any other supernatural species, for that reason, I didn’t think she knew we were mates.I watched her from afar, I watched as she interacted with the village people, how kind she was to everyone, always willing to use her power to help the less privileged, one could tell she was from a noble house from the way she is always dressed.My stalking went as far as two full moons, as painful as it was to see her and not
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