Enya pov

I walk as slowly as I can towards the forest. No doubt I'm getting too excited for my own good; after all, I'm hunting. I won't mention how excited I feel for the opportunity to hunt someone who still looks down on me. She has no idea what she did to herself when she decided to fight me.

But the excitement and adrenaline have nothing to do with my slow pace. I need to calm down after the kiss with Vincent. Part of me knows that was just for show- his pack must believe in our imaginary relationship as much as Allison does. The other part keeps doubting...