For some reason, I was more occupied in my head than the papers on my desk waiting for me. Each time I picked up my pen to sign some documents my mind kept drifting to Singe words.
I have never thought about what it feels like to have a female, to have someone bear your mark. Werelions although territorial we cherish females born with our mark like nature itself, it was considered a blessing and fate. And also an old meaning that the gods haven't abandoned us.
Maybe the gods abandon me… I have passed the age to find my female and it means no one was ever born with my mark, I have never put much thought into it until now, and it kept me craving for something at the back of my head, to have someone, to possess, someone made for you and no one else.
