65. Hawk

(Cilia)

Cilia had been trying not to think about her mate, Edward, the one she had met a few days ago, the one who ran away. She hadn't told anyone about him, not even Amelia. She knew Amelia had her own problems to deal with, and she didn't want to add to her list of worries. But Cilia couldn't stop thinking about him.

He was handsome as hell, and when he was standing closer to her, Cilia had felt the power of the mate bond, the attraction. She had wanted to be with him the moment she met him, and he had been arrogant and audacious, until the moment he ran like the hounds of hell were on his back.

She shook her head with a sigh. Thinking about him was making her sad and also angry. She had dreamed of him for the past few days, and all the dreams were the one that made her feel horny and aroused.

'Where the heck is he? Why did he run away?' Cilia's wolf, Shey asked.

'How did I know? He talked big, and when I asked him for a kiss, he just ran away.' Cilia said with a grumble. H