Third Person POV
Cedric strode towards her with purpose in his steps. He had tried to ignore the call of the mate bond and give her space, but his heart hurt from being separated from her. His wolf was desperate to hold her, to convince her to love them, even as Cedric tried to remind him that they didn't fully know what she had been through before arriving at the pack. By the scars on her back and the lack of her wings, he knew that it couldn't have been anything good. Why wouldn't she let him in? Surely she could feel the pull? She was fighting it, he thought grimly, and it stung. More than he cared to admit.
Her big green eyes blinked, looking up at him as he approached and once again he found himself lost in them. She looked so vulnerable, so scared and all he wanted to do was comfo
