-Isabella-
“We’re mates, Isabella…” I wasn’t sure I had heard him correctly, but his eyes held such honesty and seriousness. His pulse was steady—perhaps a bit too fast—but the rhythm remained consistent throughout his statement. He was being honest… No, that couldn’t be true! It couldn’t! It just… couldn’t. I shook my head slightly.
“Do you not feel it? The calling? The need to be around each other… with each other? Don’t tell me you don’t wonder.”
“Wonder?” I whispered.
“Wonder what it’s like to feel me closer, to touch me… to kiss me. Or maybe it’s just so different for you half-bloods that you don’t feel anything at all?” he inquired.
I could see him searching my eyes for an answer. What should I say? Did I wonder? All this time, I had thought the feelings I had toward him—the hum
