"Congratulations! You are the chosen one." Conrado remarked.
Deimos was still confused. "Is this thing worthy of a celebration?" He asked in a low voice.
"Fate is a mysterious phenomenon. It doesn't care for everyone and for the ones it does, they are the blessed and chosen ones. This is not something you can control. It is controlled by the almighty. You are at liberty to deny this and pick someone else as your mate but I would not suggest you intervening with the plans of destiny." He suggested.
Deimos was in deep thought. He could now make a sense of things and his condition but it still bothered him somehow.
To lighten the vibe, Conrado then asked, "So who is this she wolf, who seems to have beguiled you nephew?"
His heart trembled and struggled to find words.
"She was not a werewolf Conrado." He paused, waiting for his reply.
"Oh!" Deimos's words seemed to have put him into shock, so he inquired again. "Are you certain?"
