Zayde's Point of View
She sets her mugs down, curling her legs under her before she turns to face me.
She takes a deep breath, her hands twisting in her lap.
“I don’t want to put a damper on our night, but I think we need to talk about… our options.”
She says softly, her eyes flicking up to meet mine. I nod my head, setting my cup down on the table as well.
“Okay.”
I say, as I turn to face her fully. Her lips press together slightly, before she continues.
“I know we have a timeline and that we need to do something before the next full moon. Whether it is mating and marking, or that ritual Elijah mentioned… but, Zayde...”
She hesitates for a second, her throat working as she swallows.
“I’m afraid.”
She murmurs. I reach for her hand, squeezing it gently.
“Afraid of what, Chlo
