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Was it really a coincidence that werewolves met their mates at the exact perfect moment? Or were there spirits working behind them to make it possible?

Cleopatra’s dream was to become the best moon saint on the moon. After being saved by the moon goddess, she’s always been enthusiastic about being the perfect one to live up to her idol’s expectations. She worked hard to graduate and become one. Nevertheless, when she finally got her degree and had her first mission, her life was turned upside down when she woke up in a body; The trap she triggered caused her to fall into a human body while spirits didn’t have one.

Her situation makes it impossible to realize her dream since she doesn’t have access to the moon anymore; Cleopatra was married to a werewolf and didn’t even know that. He was sweet and caring sometimes, while the other times, he was threatening and bestial. However, she fell for him when she expected it the least and he was the same. 

“You don’t need to pray for me any longer… Because I have you now. May the fates of our lives be like the trees in the woods, always intertwined!”
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On a silent sigh, he let his inner wolf show through his eyes, shining gold. I admit… I love his eyes. They are just the definition of lupine wildness, especially when they aren't like human, taking the shape of wolf's eyes. It wasn't like I saw wolves before. So his looked like cat's eyes.


The black inside his eyes retracted until it formed just a line. Something like a beast resurged on his face and for the first time for a while, I felt fear. I was putting Anais in danger because of my selfishness and I would never forgive myself, not even for a second. Regret and torments would eat me from the inside causing me suffering.


"Calm down," he gave me a sharp look of warning. His hands grabbed my waist as Claude waved at me leaving, whispering a faint Good luck, and hauled me against his body. "Hold it, Claude."


Chapter 32