GARY MATT
‘Mate? Oh no! How can this be possible yet I am only seventeen!?’ I wonder inwardly.
‘She is the one! She's the one!' something or rather someone sounds from inside my head.
'My wolf? Is that you?'
'Yes Gary, I'm the one. Remember we met when you were twelve and I promised to come back when the time is right?'
'Yeah, I do remember!'
'Let's go to our mate, she's waiting!'
Shaking my head to free myself from the trance, I take a step towards the petrified damsel whose glass of juice has just slipped out of her hands in utter surprise.
'Mate!' she finally utters, something which sends shivers down my spine and all my body hairs stand at alert. She has already accepted to be my mate by just mentioning the word mate!
Since the damsel in distress has already stood up, I walk
