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{book 4} - ❝ All women are the same. One day they say they love you, that they are gonna be with you forever; the next they meet someone else, someone who can be with them when they need it, someone who shares their world. And then they tell you “but we can still be friends.” Yeah, you know what I think of that? Fuck you. That’s what I think. ❞

"I cannot send you to Earth defenseless, my child!" The Moon Goddess cried. She began to chant, "Give this girl wings, for she cannot travel the world on foot. A sword, too, since she cannot defeat evil with her hands." Werewolves who find their mates hold special ceremonies that bind together the souls of their significant other, making them a part of one another. A large celebration is held where all of the pack is invited to celebrate the finding of a destined werewolf couple. Soul binding is no ordinary task, though, as it can only be done by the Daughter of the Moon Goddess who goes by the name of Faith. Multiple stories have floated around about how she was young, beautiful, kind, and powerful. When she visits a powerful pack to participate in a ceremony, she is more than shocked to find out that her Mother set her up with a mate of her own. The Alpha. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sunlight twinkled through the tall Redwood trees, as the deathly rays gently floated on my wings. I stealithy walked through the woods, searching for the pack who requested my company. I loved what I did: binding the souls of those who belonged together forever. I could tell I was approaching the pack. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, I felt a powerful presence; had to be an Alpha. The tall, brooding, powerful man was now in front of me, only a few feet away. He was...captivating. He had to be at least 6 feet. His muddy brown hair was gently tousled, and the same deathly rays that floated on my wings caught his eyes, which revealed a beautiful hazel-green. What had me cursing my Mother was when he uttered the word, "Mate."