Our son took a deep breath, then he gushed, "I heard a commotion near the northeast border, so I followed the noise to see what was going on. Not long after I crossed the border, an arrow flew in front of my face, but it wasn't your typical arrow. This arrow had a bright flame on the end of it. When I followed the path I thought it came from, I caught a glimpse of the prettiest blonde girl I have ever seen."
He paused to take a breath, then he sheepishly continued, "We locked eyes for just a second, and she had the prettiest dark brown eyes that contrasted perfectly with her light skin color. Before I got the chance to call out to her, she spun on her heel and sprinted into the cover of the forest with her bow hanging on one arm, and something that was holding her arrows was hanging on her other arm."
"Did you go after her?" I curiously asked with a hint of excitement.
"I tried, but she was either fast at running, or exceptionally good at hiding. However, when I reached the area where I saw her, the sweetest scent tickled my nose and made my heart start racing. Do you think she might be my mate?" he timidly asked with hope swirling in his beautiful eyes.
I grabbed one of his hands and patted it with my other hand, as I cheerfully remarked, "Honey, I think there is a good chance that she is. The first time I met your dad when I was still a werewolf, his scent tickled my nose like no other scent had ever done before. A part of me knew then that I was destined to be with him."
"I hope she is, but I don't know where she went. Would you be willing to help me find her?" he curiously asked, as he looked back and forth between me and his dad.
We both smiled at our firstborn cub, who was now a fully grown werecat, then Lance happily chirped, "Of course we will help you, son. If she is your mate, you deserve the chance to be with her."
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