"Mom, Luna Valeria is human...not a werewolf or a lycan, so why is she uncle Allen's mate?" Philomena was setting up a flower plant when her son suddenly questioned her. She faced him and surprise was written all over her face.
"Anyone can be a destined mate to werewolves or lycans..." He interrupted her again.
"But she'll die much sooner and uncle Allen will be left alone." Philomena smiled at her son's excess cuteness. She left what she was doing and sat beside him on a wooden chair.
"Little Lewis...she's not only a human, she's immortal, she can live as long as Alpha Allen." Lewis' eyes bulged in shock and awe.
"Really? How amazing! Is she a witch like Angelina?" Philomena couldn't hold herself anymore, she pinched Lewis' cheek and smiled when he frowned.
"You're too cute darling...she's an angel."
"Angel?!" Lewis exclaimed loudly with wide eyes. Philomena nodded at her son and he fell into a daze, she laughed.
