CARLA
Going through my notes, muttering in some words in Smith's monologue, and with the background noises in the class, it felt pretty normal. Like another school day.
"I still find it kinda weird about the concept of a fated mate. I doubt the moon goddess is in the best place to make that choice for us…"
Smith rattled on about the ideology of chosen and fated mates, as he flipped through the textbooks about the origin of mates and its significance.
He'd spent the last few minutes trying to alter every single thing written in the book. And I'd never seen him so disturbed and obsessed over something like he was with this.
"She doesn't know our hearts like we do. What makes her think she knows what we want?"
I sighed, taking a break from what I was scribbling in my notebook.
"I thi
