Blue and Martina was sitting on a bench made of wood. They were watching the bright moon and twinkling stars in the sky.
It seemed typical and simple, but the sensation hit differently.
For Blue, it was one of the sweetest thing he had experienced. He never thought that darkness could be this beautiful and relaxing. He only knew full moon as the symbol of werewolves sovereignty through out the years.
He never thought he would warch it with a human being. There were a lot of female werrwolves in the territory, yet no one truly captured his heart.
Most of them offered themselves to the alpha and expected that it was enough to earn his trust.
Unfortunately, no one succedded despite everything they have done for the alpha.
However, Blue never regretted his decision in marking Martina as his mate. It was supposed to be an important night of his life, when she lost in the middle of the woods.
