Celeste's steps were reluctant as she walked up to the opening of the cave, her heart palpitating with too much speed, her mind in a puddle.
She felt like turning back...like waiting until she calmed down before approaching him...but the matebond was far from having that.
It was so strong that Celeste found it hard to not continue stepping forward, but regardless of the matebond, there was her nervousness...
With each step she took, her legs weakly shook like they were leaves and her heart was the same. It kept trembling in anticipation and in fear, but it was too late for that...she had already entered and Zillon who sat in the corner of the cave already had his dark, obsidian eyes on her.
"Celeste...?" He asked, his voice as coarse and gentle as ever.
Celeste stopped in her tracks,
