[10] Mate

Azian’s POV

It was hard to describe the feeling.

The feeling of being completely and utterly lost in someone else. A feeling that had never occurred to me. I knew beauty very well, a term that was used to define me on more occasions than I cared to recall, I had never really liked the term or had been pushed to use it often, but staring in the forest green orbs of the girl before me,  I believed I would have to use the word again,

One whiff of her scent was toxic.

One whiff and I knew she was not human.

One whiff and all my lingering doubts and troubles were gone away, her lovely eyes boring into mine.

One word and one word only could describe this feeling.

"Mate." I growled out.

She nodded as if in a trance, a look that was similar to mine placed on her delicate features as she stared into my eyes. I couldn’t feel anybody else but her, her aura, her scent and I knew she couldn’t feel anything but me. She se