Hazeal

I stared at the white haired man which I now knew as Xiol as he kept opening and closing his mouth.

The rest of them in the room still looked at me like I was some angel that fell from the sky. Their looks read unbelief and adoration, but why on earth would they adore me?

Ba- Hazeal there is no other simpler way to say this but you are my mate Xiol said looking sincere and serious.

I was his what?

A laugh burst out of ...