Marisol let out an annoyed growl and reached for him again, but Cedric was faster and avoided her seeking fingers. When she looked up to glare at him, her eyes were with the telltale signs of her wolf's presence.
Swallowing thickly, Cedric shook his head, "We can't." He croaked out, "Not like this."
Marisol's eyes widened in both sadness and confusion, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. ".....What? Why?"
Cedric hesitated, his heart warring with his mind as he struggled to find the words to explain. "I... I can't," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart. "I can't risk it."
"Risk what?" Marisol finally cried out in frustration.
Now, Cedric pulled away completely, the weight of the loss is evident in Marisol's eyes as they glossed over, not owing to the arousal this time. "You can not change me, Marisol!" He growled stiffly, "Stop being delusional. We can never be. We are not mates."