-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, a bit too fast maybe, but got the same rhythm throughout the entire sentence. 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, maybe you don’t feel anything?”
I could see he was searching my eyes for an answer. What should I say? Did I wonder? I had thought this whole time, the feeling I felt towards him, the humming in my
