Chapter 21: The Boy Who Cried Wolf

Nusha played with a stray thread on Caph's sleeve. 'That's not possible.'

She was still smiling.

Her bright yellow eyes staring at him.

He was about to protest and tell her that their ancestors had bonded mates and they routinely found each other so there should be no reason why he couldn't—

'I don't mean bonded mates are not possible, Caph.'

He stared back at her, uncomprehending. 'Then?'

She looked away, her long brown lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

Nusha had wavy brown hair that bounced lightly when she moved. Paired with her bright yellow eyes and cheerful expression, Caph thought she looked like a fairy.

She continued twisting the stray thread on his sleeve.

'I've been thinking about it while i was overseas. Why you can't find your bonded mate.'

Her eyes focused on him again. Her cheerful expression was replaced with a bashful one and the yellow in her eyes seemed to darken in intensity.

'I think it's me.'