Arielle
At first, I was fear stricken by the sight of his wolf and clutched the knife hard. I thought I was seeing things until he slowly morphed back to his human form and approached me.
An insatiable anger brewed within me when I saw his face— that face that had rejected me almost a month ago.
His face was bruised, and it must have been days since he last had a shave. He was an outright mess of a person.
"Arielle—" Damien slowly came out of the tree line to the shore, his voice cracked.
"Don't come near me!" I jumped back and brandished the knife like a lunatic in front of me. "I don't want to talk to you?!" Tears welled up in my eyes.
The pains in my heart surfaced again— the ones I had been trying to forget. Fear, Anger, Love— they were all mixed feelings within me.
"Arielle, I'm sorry, I really need you." He held out his hand.
