Dimitri's P.O.V.
I admired her as she fumbled through her emotions, I presume only to question everything we shared with one another. She had met her match and yet she hadn’t even realised it until now. I eagerly awaited for words to fall from her lips when finally they parted and that’s when she finally asked.
“And who exactly is Dimitri?”
I’d been waiting, so patiently, for this exact question and even now I didn’t know how to answer. Just look at her, standing there in front of me. Absolutely stunning, to say the least, but young. Yet she presents herself so well, so mature, so bold. Never in a million years would I think that she was only eighteen.
"For f**k sakes, Dimitri! Why did you have to go and fall in love with her?" My wolf growled in my head.
"Get out of my head, beas
