Lucian sat quietly, listening intently to his beta’s, and best friends, description of his mate. He was clutching the pen tightly, as it was the only thing keeping him from rushing out that door and marking her on the spot. His wolf was raging inside of him, desperately needing to see his mate. He needed to protect her, he needed to love her. It was what he was born to do, and it was killing him that he couldn’t. Not yet, at least.
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