When he felt me sitting next to him, he spun around and grabbed me, bringing me to sit on his lap as he wrapped his arms around me. He was so worried, and I couldn’t understand why. I always told him I would understand if he messed up with me. He was a vampire, and I never held that against him. He would follow his nature just like I did as a werewolf. However, I was allowed to be mad for a little bit.
“I’m so sorry, Baby,” he said, crying into my chest. “I didn’t expect it to be that bad. It was your wolf; once she died, it went by quickly.”
“I know,” I replied as he raised his head to look at me.
It was as if I was seeing him for the very first time. His raven-black hair shone beautifully underneath the sun, and his crystal-blue eyes stood out amazingly next to his snowy white skin. I
