DISCONTINUED: Raised By The Apocalypse

{It's her}

HUNTA'S POV:

The party is in full-swing and I get saddened when both of my siblings had already found their mates.
"Don't worry man you'll find her, or him, soon" says Jake, my best friend hoping I get out of this depressed state before I find her.
"I hope so." I have had medically diagnosed depression for 3 years now and my psychologist thinks the only thing that will help me will be finding my mate, but that isn't happening right now.
*Come here baby*
*Who are you?* I ask
*Turn around*
I turn around and an amazing scent of Mango fills my nose and I am instantly happier and I can literally feel the depression leaving my head and body.
"W-w-what's your name?" I stutter
"The name's Varasity Schooling. What's yours?"
"Hunta Robinson."
"Wait!" Says my mate
"Yes? "
"YOUR THE MOON GODDESS' SON?!"
"Yes?"