Mystery Girl

Her Mystery's tearing me up inside,
These feelings for her, I cannot hide,
The way she slowly, stunningly walks,
The way her voice assures me as she talks,
The way her words have passion and heat,
She makes everything sound so bitter-sweet,
The Mystery of that Perfect Girl,

Every night I dream about her.
her voice is in my head all day saying my name over and over 'Francis, Francis.'
I can't get enough of her angel voice, I hear her but I can't see her.
That's what breaks me the most not being able to see her and feel her I want to kiss her, mark her make her all mine.

Her smell reminds me of the forest with strawberries.
I can tell she isn't a wolf like me but I don't mind I just need to find her
Before my wolf goes crazy he has been craving a mate ever since I lost my last mate Annabelle. Annabelle was amazing and kind she had short curly brown hair and milky brown eyes. She was out hunting with my betas mate when a family of wild black bears attacked them. When I heard about her death it hit me like a bullet and it felt like the wound would never heal.