She fell asleep by his side, patting his forehead, before the grogginess of sleep made her drop the hand to her side.
"Hi." The moon was behind her, and her hair was flying with the wind. She was biting her lower lip, and there was a slight sadness in her eyes. "You still haven't found me, Evander. I'm hurt" He was standing, his blonde hair covering his eyes as the strands flew with the wind. "I am your mate, Evander. Please find me." He looked at her, his heart besting fast "what's your name?" She smiled and turned, and suddenly she was nowhere. The moon was bluish and bright and he stood alone, the wind and her strong lavender scent hitting him with every breath he took.
Isabella woke up, her eyes blurred from sleep and she saw him still sleeping peacefully. So peacefully he was hardly
