CHRISTOPHER’S POV
She'd been the reason I considered coming to the mountains with the rest of the Lycans in the first place. With father's illness still stuck at the same place, Ella struck a delicate part of my heart that I couldn't bring myself to ignore.
My wolf was in not in support of the rejection plan. He wanted—needed her, as much as I did. But to him, I was playing the game of chess with his fate.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I took in her every feature. The intrinsic lines on her face, her long curly lashes, the solemn rise and fall of her throat as she swallowed.
Fuck what I said earlier, her beauty was one that had nothing to do with her physical features. Maybe it was because she was my mate, or the ethereal femininity that exuded from her every pore.
Ella cleared he
