Zhang. Yi. Xing. This name was burned clearly into the crevices of my mind. When I close my eyes, I can still see his smile and his sparkling eyes. Yixing was unlike any other boy I've met and I felt alive around him. He could bring out qualities in myself I never knew existed. Of course, I should've known that he wasn't a normal boy. Since when was anything normal about me?

Why didn't I kill him the day I found out he was a werewolf? Why didn't I track down his pack? There are many reasons I can give you, but put simply, I loved him. When did I fall in love with him? 

Was it when he smiled at me for the first time? No.

Was it when he told me he loved me? No.

Was it when he looked at me as if I was the only thing that mattered? No.

I had loved him the moment he stepped into my classroom and introduced himself. I remember the gossip among the students. A Chinese boy had transferred to our school. His name spread like wildfire by the time lunch came around and somewhere along in the mix, people had already started to admire his looks. Of course they would, werewolves are always beautiful and dazzling. Every one of them are. 

So if you're wondering why he choose me-his mortal enemy-out of all people, I would answer that werewolves don't get to choose a second mate. At least that's what I would like to answer, because the betrayal was beyond what you can comprehend. 

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