I walk into The Spirits of Tea tea room feeling nervous. I was unsure whether to agree to come or not, to be honest. I have not really spent time with this Diego. All I know is, I think this guy is my fated mate and the crazy fool had run away when he realised. Or I assume he realised. He was new to pack, had come in with the newcomers from the Crimson Night Pack. They seemed nice enough and his parents had made friends with my parents.
My wolf Fern had gone crazy the moment I had crossed paths with him in the pack house, but then as I approached him to confirm who he was, he looked at me, his chocolate brown eyes full of uncertainty and he bolted out of the door. Fern had been skulking since. Both of us unsure if this was building up to a rejection.
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