the clan of North - the Golden claws

Was the moon ceremony, where every werewolf used to meet their fated mates. Everyone were in their wolf form, while the moon was deciding their destinies... “So…you are my fated mate? You look small and weak…” he says coldly and looked you up and down. His ears flexed towards you and his tail wagged a bit. His wolf form was so big compared to your wolf form. He gazed at you with his cold eyes. The moon kept shinning... That was their destiny.