We walked home holding hands, our steps mirroring each others.

I found my mate, although she didn't know about what I was.

It would take time, I decided, for her to know about me. Perhaps she was not ready, perhaps she was. But I couldn't read her mind.

So I shook off the thought and kept walking - with her warm hand enveloped in mine.

THE END

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A/N: I might make a book 2, but depends on people's thoughts about this.