Marco POV

I feel bored staying every day in my cave house. I am praying that somebody will go lost and stumbled in my place. I am looking for a friend or company. Since the King captured some of my packs and keep them under the dungeon inside his palace, I'm always going on hunting alone without them. It's been one hundred years but I still haven't found my mate. 

I hope she's wandering out there and we will accidentally bump from each other. I bit my lower lip while thinking about what will happen to us if our wolves mate with each other. 

"Besame, Besame mucho!"  I was buzzing...