HOW I MET MY MATE....

Derek’s pov.

My heart thumped loudly and strongly in my chest. I trusted Serao, more than anyone else in my life because the man had practically raised, taking the role of my father even before my own father had passed away.

My room was darkly lit but I could still see everything in here clearly.

I reached my hand out to the drawer on the side of my bed and took out two framed photos that I hadn’t seen in a long time. The first one was of my parents and I when I was still a pup, around nine or ten years old, and I was clinging on my parents’ leg with the intention of climbing on my father’s shoulder, his grey eyes had shone with laughter and amusement at the action while my mom had attempted to get me off them and carry me instead.