When you reach the age of sixteen at midnight, the name of your soulmate will appear on your wrist and you are fated to live a fufilling and happy life, if you are lucky enough to find them.
What a load of crap.
Mary Saotome has never believed in such a thing as fate nor was she going to accept that she had to love someone just because the universe said so.
"Blake Belladonna." She replied bluntly but not unkind, cursing softly when she realized there were flecks of blood on her outfit and pulling on her coat to cover them up.
Recognition seemed to flash in Yang's eyes in that instance, before a shit eating grin which bared rows of sharp, white teeth spread throughout most of her face.
"Blake..." She drawled out, testing her name on her tongue, her husky tone making Blake shiver slightly and her black furred tail flick.