My Mate Or My Second Chance Mate

s crisp and dry. The only furniture in the room is a simple metal table and two chairs. In one corner, there is a large, humming mach

ay walks a tall, imposing figure. It's another one of the tall, thin people, but this one is dressed a

it says, its voi

mming of the strange machine in the corner. Bianca stares at the figure, trying to discern its f

"But let me start by asking you one. What d

nd is racing. She has so many questions, but she doesn

The figure's response is slow in coming, and when it finally

at," it says. "But I'll humor you. Have yo

, and the silence is making her nervous. Just as she's about to say something, she hears a strange

tarting to feel a little bit afraid. The hooded figure is still perfectly still, and the silence i

it says in a deep

out to burst with questions. But before she can say anything, the hooded figure speaks again. "I know this must be confusin

e if she can trust the hooded figure, but she decides to play along f

nt, and then asks, "What do you kno

ard. She's heard of the legend of the werewolf, of course. But she's not sure what it has to do with her curr

orward slightly. "Oh, it's

gend of the werewolf. She's feeling a mixture of curiosity and trepidation

ys. "I'm not here to harm you. I'm her

she asks, her voice b

answer that." The hooded figure leaned forward sl

htened. I just need to know your answer." Bianca swallo

answer my question, and I'll explain everything.

breath and decide

ce quavering slightly. "I

y. "Excellent," it said. "Now,

d. "The truth

figure replied.

, gathering her courage.

forward slightly, as if

ow who you are." The hooded figure hesi

nally. "But I promise to answer you

elled to answer the hooded figure's question. "Okay," she said. "I'll answ

it spoke, its voice low and raspy. "Because,"

ng to assess its intentions. It was still just standing there, its features obscured by sha

still shaking slightly. "I

n to speak. Bianca was about to answer the hooded figure's question. But bef

. "Before you answer, I must tell you somethi

sked, her voice bar

peak. The room is silent, and the air is thick with tension.

"Something that will change everything." The

she asks, her

ntinues, its voice r

says. "There have been others like you before

asks, her voice barely

or a moment, as if conside

e seen what you have seen, and heard what you have heard. But there is something different about you. Something tha

gure has just told her. She's not sure if she should be afraid

ghtly. The hooded figure's response is slow in coming, as if

t says, "that you a

reeling at the hoo

s, her voice barely above a w

ng, as if it is savoring the moment. Finally

urpose." Bianca's heart is racing now, and her head is spinnin

... a plain white ceiling above her. She blinks a

On the walls are paintings of impressive-looking people, and the floor is covered with a thick, plush carpet. There's a large window to her left, and through it she can se

diately. But something is different about him... something in his expression, or the way