Kissing my dream girl was sheer perfection, but to have her pull away from me had been like a spear through my heart. I knew instantly her mind was on Landon. Yet, I knew I couldn’t be angry. I saw the pain in those beautiful eyes of hers, and I simply couldn’t be mad. The way she felt wasn't her fault. It was the way we were built to feel as werewolves. Programmed to be drawn to our fated mates. Of course, she would feel guilt.
I had shouted, but instantly regretted it. My words were more for him than for Cleo. I hated to see her hurting. I wish she would see how good we could be together. “I am sorry for shouting C-C.” I squeezed her hand, as she went to walk away, perching herself at the edge of the waterfall. I hated her sitting there, but it was one of her favorite places here. A pla
