Cato's P.O.V
I don't know what's wrong with me. I got up from my chair and paced. All I can think about is Kai. The way she talks. The way she walks and talks. She just draws me in.
Her smell is like a flowery perfume. It's like a drug. She is like my own personal brand of coke. Her bright jade green eyes beckon me into their twinkling depths. I've never felt like this before. If I was around my friend, Carlisle's enemies, then they would've said that I've imprinted. First off, I'm a warlock, not a werewolf. I must ask her out. Yes that is what I'll do.
