She remained quiet. sentence after sentence a code in his head. and it didn't make sense. not even in the slightest. the story that he had been told was not like him. of course he admired every bit of the purpose destiny and greatness. but that did not necessarily mean that he had wanted to be permanently made to a single person. because the reality of that would have been that he wasn't able to tangle around, that he couldn't just get girls as randomly as he did. that he would have needed to explain himself. to make it clear. to make the people understand. his own people. his werewolves. because the life that they had lived in for quite some time now did not portray any possibilities of Soulmates.
' so what you're saying is that in some previous life, Centuries ago, a man looking exactly like me existed? and he was your soulmate?'He asks again this time freezing his question differently.
