Erus’ POVNaya Emily Woods. That's the name that was on the file that my investigator submitted to me. I wanted to know everything about her after I met her at the restaurant. My mother wanted me to speak to her, get to know her better, but I wasn't in the mood that day. I was still pissed off that the old seer pointed at this random girl at my father's funeral meeting and declared that she was my mate. I didn't like that, she was not my type at all. She was in casual jeans that seemed to have lost their color from too much washing. Her shoes were falling apart and I was wondering how she even got in, in the first place. She was pretty, innocent and pretty, but she wasn't my type of girl. I liked the sophisticated city girls that went to top universities and studied mentally exhausting courses. I liked lawyers, doctors, rocket scientists, business women, not a bloody teenager. My mother tried to convince me that she could change her into someone that I would fall in love with, bu
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