(Author's POV)
Hearing Sara's words, Myra immediately remembered the gigantic and barbaric wolf form of Brave, running after her, trying to catch her. Her breath hitched and it made her skin crawl. Raw's ink black mammoth figure was terrifying to her, she could feel goosebumps all over her body, she was trembling.
She clenched her fists hard enough to get a hold of herself. Her nails were digging inside her palms, 'Calm down and answer her.' She took deep and long breath, looked at Nora's parents and replied trying to sound composed, "Yes, I do remember. But, why are you asking me that?" She had an odd feeling about this.
Although, it was a complicated matter to explain but Sara had to tell Myra. She started, "For us, werewolves, the word 'mate' possesses a deep meaning. A mate is a life partner chosen by the moon goddess, herself, our fated companion." Myra narrowed her eyes. Sara said, "You must be very confused as to why I am telling you all this, right?"
Myra nodded.
