Damian's POV:
"Does this look good?" Isabella asked, doing a spin. The gown she wore twirled with her movements, the fabric whispering softly. The red color suited her well, brining out her skin tone. But something was off about her. I couldn't exactly place my finger on it, but it felt like something was wrong.
"You look beautiful," I said with a soft smile.
She paused, looking down at the dress. "I guess so." She said in a quiet tone.
Tonight was the blood moon festival and the one prayer on my mind was for Isabella to he revealed as my mate. Nothing else would make me happy, and more fulfilled.
"I think we're going to be late," She said, pushing her hair out of her eyes. "We should get going."
"That's right," I held out my arm for her. She glanced at me, worry flashing in her ey
