Miatta

Mates? It couldn't be.

Could it?

I let go of his shirt, trying to meditate on his unbelievable words. I was a werewolf and he was a demonic lycan. We had nothing in common: he, a cowardly prince and me, a princess turned slave. It couldn't be possible that the Moon Goddess would be that unfair to me. We were on good terms, mostly.

Yet my head spun with multiple possibilities, a tiny part of me taking his words as truth, especially the part about losing my soul. My mother and I had ...