*******Isaac's POV*******

Please let me talk to my mate.

'No.'

Why not? He's right there!

'I don't care. It's too much.'

It's not fair that you can talk to yours, but I can't talk to mine.

'Get over it.'

Isaac, you're being unreasonable.

'You know why I am how I am.'

But you just told your mate that you're willing to try! So let me talk to my mate.

'I said we could take it slow. Letting you talk to your mate is not slow.'

I hate you. You've locked me up in this prison for so long. And now that I'm so close, you still won't let me have contact with my mate. You're horrible.

'Look, Delwyn...I know that I am not being fair to you. I know that I haven't been fair to you for a long time. And I'm sorry. But I can't let you out."

I miss my mate! Please, Isaac. Please. I am begging you. Just let me talk to Osian. You don't have to drop the spell, just let me speak to him.

'In order for you to speak to him, I would have to break the spell completely.'

Okay, then do that!

'I...I can't. I just can't.'

You're holding his hand, Isaac! You like him. Just break the damn spell already!

'No! I will not. Not now.'

But....eventually, then?

'I don't know. Maybe not ever. There's too much risk involved. Even if I decide to mate with him. I don't know that I can let you out. You might hurt him.'

I would never hurt your mate or mine!

'I am sure that my dad's wolf told him the same.'

He did not. I know your dad's wolf. He was my brother in a past life. He's always been a jealous asshole. I have no desire to act or be like him.

'You can't guarantee that.'

Just let me out, Isaac. I'll be a good wolf.

'How am I supposed to know that you won't get jealous and fly off the handle the first time that you see him talking to another guy?'

At some point, you're going to have to learn to trust me, Isaac. You should, already. Before you put me in this cage, did I ever do or say anything that made you think I would act like your parents?

'Well...no. But we were young. Who knows what could happen now.'

YOU were young, Isaac. Not me. I have lived many lives. So have you, technically, you just don't remember them like I do. And I have never injured my mate in any of them, and nor have you. I would never injure him. I love Osian. He is my everything.

'But it's so dangerous, Delwyn. Namjoon is so nice to me, even knowing how I feel. If I ever hurt him....'

You won't.

'Just...let me think about it, okay? That's all that I can offer you right now. I'm sorry.'

Okay. I guess it's a start.

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"Are you being yelled at?" Namjoon asked me, as we walked back to the golf cart, hand-in-hand.

"Sort of, but not really," I admitted. "He was yelling at first, but now he's very calmly trying to get me to break the spell."

"And what did you say to that?"

"I told him that you were really nice to me," I said, looking at him. "And that I was too scared that I would hurt you."

"I don't think that you would," he said with a shrug.

"You don't know that I wouldn't," I tried to point out.

"No, I don't," he said, tilting his head back to look at the trees looming over us. "But I still don't think it will happen. I trust you."

"You barely know me."

"Maybe," he said, looking at me again. "But what I do know of you, so far, I like, and I trust. You're a good person, Isaac."

"He told me something interesting," I said, looking at him. "About my dad and his wolf."

He stopped walking again and turned to look at me. "And what is that?"

"I told him that I was worried that I inherited my father's jealousy, and that I would hurt you," I looked at our joined hands as I said it, and he rubbed the pad of his thumb over the back of my hand. "He said that my father's wolf was his brother in a past life, and that he has always been a jealous asshole."

"Every wolf spirit is different, Isaac," he told me. "And they're not all good. You know that."

I nodded my head, looking up at him. "I do. But I'm still scared, Namjoon. I couldn't handle it if I ever did anything to hurt you."

He smiled brightly at me, both of his dimples showing deep in his tan cheeks.

"What?" I asked him.

"You like me," he said, sounding confident.

"I...I..." I stammered. I didn't know what to say to that.

"You do, Isaac," he said, still smiling at me. "Just admit it."

I sighed and shrugged. "Fine. I like you. Happy? It's kind of hard not to. You're nice to me. You're smart and you're funny. It also doesn't hurt that you're so damn hot I think I could probably bake cookies on your chest."

He did that laugh where he leaned his head back and the sound came from deep in his diaphragm.

"I like you, too." he said, tilting his head back down to look at me. "I wouldn't be fighting for this so hard if I didn't."

I stared at him for a moment, my eyes roaming over his handsome face, and landing on his lips before I looked back up to his dark eyes.

"Namjoon..."

"What?" he asked, cocking his head to the side like a cute, little puppy.

"Do what your wolf was yelling at you to do earlier."

"Huh?"

"Kiss me."  

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A/N: As I was writing this, I felt like maybe Namjoon gave into his mate being a man a little too quickly. But...I don't plan out my stories that much. I start writing, and what comes out and is just how it is. It's like I let the characters write their own stories, and this is how he wanted it. -------Kat