Ella's POV
The beauty of the angel shocked me. Despite the scars on her body—which I was curious to know how she had gotten—she still looked ravishing.
I felt pity for her and moved forward. "Good evening." I smiled as I greeted her.
She hissed and turned away from me. I wasn't surprised and didn't blame her. If I was locked up in a land that wasn't home, I would also hate everyone.
I wasn't going to give up on her though. I had a task and this tray with me had to go back with the contents eaten. Even it wasn't because of an assignment, I wasn't going to leave the angel until I was sure that she had eaten.
I smiled, shifting closer to the gate barring her. "My name is Ella. I'm just like you so you don't have to be harsh. You don't have to hate me. We both miss home."
"I'm a werewolf
