Tristan
The shock slammed into me like a freight train as I stared at the girl in front of me, her emerald eyes defiantly locked onto mine. Everything about her called to me, especially from this close up. But now she was telling me something that my senses couldn’t believe to be true.
"What did you just say?" I demanded, my voice low and dangerous.
"I said," she repeated, her tone firm, "I'm human."
"Impossible," I snarled, my anger bubbling beneath the surface. How could this beautiful creature be nothing more than a weak, fragile human? The thought was incomprehensible.
"Please," she whispered, stepping closer to me, her scent intoxicating and driving me mad with desire. "I can't be your fated mate because I don't have one. I can’t have one."
I saw sadness in her emerald eyes as s
