Edward POV
It is getting late, and I am getting restless in this small apartment. Macy's scent is everywhere, and my lycan, Dever, is getting impatient with my attitude. He wants her despite the fact that she is only a werewolf. He knows that being with her can only end in heartbreak, but he is insistent.
I am doing my best to keep myself under control so Winston doesn't see how much I want her. A mate would only ruin the plans I have made for us.
Winston and I don't belong here. I may look stupid, but I have done my research. From the moment we shifted into lycans for the first time at sixteen, I have been looking for others like us. Spoiler alert: there aren't any.
I have almost narrowed down the location of the portal between the Human realm and the Immortal realm. Once I find it, we can step through and be with others like us. Having a mortal mate only complicates things. We would have to leave her behind.
"How did she taste?" Winston asks out of nowhere.