Markus P.O.V.
When I asked her if she’d met her wolf, I saw the panic in her eyes. When I asked her age, I knew there was something else going on. She looked like a scared rabbit, ready to leap away. Away from me. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know this girl, but every fiber of my being screamed that I needed to protect her. To do that, I needed her not to be scared of me. The thought that she had to hide her age seemed weird to me. It made me wonder what else she had lied about.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Celeste is my real name,” she said. I could read between the lines. Her last name wasn’t Pierce and she didn’t want to tell me. Hurt coursed through me and I had to look away, remembering my father. This girl already had my heart, but I didn’t even have her trust.
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