Tristan's POV
She looked like someone I'd seen, but how was that?
I could point out faint imprints in my mind about someone or something that was a resemblance to her, but even that was too vague for me to conclude.
Her hazel eyes, and olive skin had my gaze walking on her like fingertips. Her scent of fresh grapes was the first thing that pulled me closer to her.
"Celine," I called .
I found her shifting further to the end of the wall that connected the bed.
Then my hands left my side to touch her necklace.
"Don't." She shuddered.
Her voice…
One of my darkest memories came flooding on me—that girl's voice, the blood staining the floor and the heavy weight that fell on me soon after. No! I shouldn't let my mind drift to that.
I sucked in breaths.
The tip of my fingers barely touched her neck. I withdrew myself as though another werewolf fangs gripped my fingers. The waves shut up through my veins.
