**Marcel**
There she was running away from me. Zavia, my mate in all her perfection. I thought no one would be able to get my mind off of Maia, but this wolf proved me wrong. I could already tell why the moon goddess had chosen her for my mate. She was complicated, fierce, and going to be a handful. She didn't hold an innocence similar to Maia, which was strange because honestly, that was one of the most attractive things about Maia. Maia was pure, and Zavia was not, which I thought would turn me off, but here I was panting over her like a lovesick puppy dog.
I met my mate less than twenty-four hours ago, and here I was ready to give in to her so easily. Max was pretty much foa
