Both Zillon and Celeste turned in the direction of the door, spotting Celia standing right between it. Tears were in her eyes, and at the sight of them, Zillon's eyes changed from orange and back to obsidian. "Celia...? It's not what you think, I swear."
He eased away from Celeste, making her wince at the disappearance of his warmth. The heat that had lessened, rose again, and she grunted, eyes pitifully watching as he went straight to her twin sister, wiping away the tears that tainted her cheeks. "I'm so sorry baby." He muttered to her.
"You said you wouldn't, you promised, and yet you did."
"I...my wolf was in control, she's in heat, that's why."
"Is that why you're aroused, why you were all over her, wh—"
"Celia, you have to understand, she's my mate, it's almost instinct to touch
