Keiran
Yesterday's events had me believing in destiny.
What a powerful thing it is. What me and Isabelle went through defies any logical explanation.
We both died and came back and now, sheer luck saved us in the nick of time.
The crowd was hungry for blood, and we emerged out of it without any bloodshed which seemed inevitable at the time.
But last night was something else, she looked at me with such intensity that my wolf almost howled for her.
My heart almost stopped when she was walking towards me, and maybe she didn't notice but my legs were shaking when I stood up. I felt so nervous, but all that was gone within seconds. I wanted her to kiss me, and find out how I would feel.
Instead, she became unsure and vulnerable, and in the end it seemed as if she regretted it.
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