Vincent's P.O.V.
“What’s wrong, Vincent?” Rose asked, concerned as she walked over to me. Taking my attention off of my favorite bird that was in a golden birdcage, I found her sitting in front of me, crossing one leg over the other.
“Elaine…. She’s not what she seems.” I said, remembering when I saw her wolf form yesterday and now I couldn’t get her out of my mind.
“What do you mean?” Rose asked, confused.
“She was already special to me, even though I knew that she murdered Emmett's mate. My wolf was drawn to her and when I saw her wolf I felt that connection become even stronger. I… I’m…” I couldn’t form suitable words to continue, I couldn’t find the words to properly voice my feelings.
“Vincent.” Rose said seriously that made me listen to her carefully.
“I’m
