After the conversation with his sister, Damien returned to their tent and saw Shelly sitting on the mattress.
It was already three in the morning, but they couldn't sleep.
"A-Are you mad at me?" Shelly asked.
Damien sighed and walked towards her. He sat beside her then held her hands.
"No. I understand why you want to do it. It's just that I was hoping you could at least talk to me about it before deciding by yourself."
Shelly bit her lips and hesitated at first. But she wanted to open up with Damien. He's her mate, so they have to trust and be honest with each other.
"Even before Phoebus told me about having these powers, I've been dreaming about you already. It started when I accidentally touched a werewolf's hand." Shelly started.
"Who's that werewolf?" Damien asked.
Shelly sensed a bit of jealousy from her mate, which made her a little happy.