Quickly, I called Alicia to stay with Zadie while I ran down to the station. “Okay, it shouldn’t take long if Zadie wakes; tell her mommy will be right back. Oh, and please don’t mention Asher hasn’t come home yet; I don’t want her to worry,” I explained as I picked up my purse and headed for the door.
“Yes Luna, Zadie is in excellent hands,” Alicia assured me while walking me to the door.
As I stepped onto the porch, I spun back around. “Oh, and you have my number if you need to call me,” I added, and Alicia agreed. Then I hurried to the car.
As I drove to the station, my heart pounded, and I bit my nails almost to the point of nonexistence. If the cops asked me to speak in person, this was terrible news, and since Asher never came home, I knew it had some
Waking up gasping for air and noticing that everything was pitch black, they tied my hands behind my back with my feet taped to a chair. I take a deep breath to get a scent of familiarity, but all I smell is mildew and sewer. Water trickled, and the air was cold. Basement or dungeon? It wouldn't surprise me with the shit I have seen if I were in the mid-evil times.I tugged at the ropes. But it’s no use. Wolfsbane covers them, and every single movement burned into my skin. My mouth is free, so I try my luck and face the new monster that leads the Lycans. “Hey, asshole, show your face, you fucking coward!” I shouted.Soon, I heard the door rattle open. Then it slammed shut. The scent that filled my nostrils overwhelmed me. No, it can’t be.
I pushed my way through the crowd with Zadie in tow, but when I came to where the cries were coming from, it wasn't my mother. It was Amelia curled into a ball, hugging Asher's baby blanket tightly in her grasp as Paul consoled her with his own tear-filled eyes.The crowd gasped as their eyes fell on me, causing Paul to look my way, and that is when I saw my father holding my mother as she balled into his shoulder."Paisley?" Paul said, surprised.My mother's head spun. "Paisley!" She cried in relief.I stared around at the crowd. "What is going on?" I asked, perplexed.My father and mother hurried to my side, whisking Zadie and me away to the kitchen.As we entered, my mother wav
The sound of blood-curdling screams that came from miles away quickly drew closer and closer. Darkness crept up on me by vast storm clouds as thunder shook the ground beneath me, and crackles in the sky lit up my surroundings. The wind swirled around me, stirring up dirt and debris clogging my vision.Glimpses of Asher and Zade flash before me, but when I reached out, they were too far for me to grasp.Lightning flashed across the sky, and Nico appeared before me. "Hello, love."Startled, I drew back. "What are you doing here? I killed you," I responded, surprised."You have a choice to make, love," Nico said, smirking. "Will it be hubby or your one true love, Zade?" He chuckled devilishly."What are you tal
After leaving my parent's house, I drove through the countryside looking for the one place my mother asked me never to talk about, her coven. My mother never really talked about them. It's forbidden. Slowing the car to a stop, I glance around for any sign of the old coven, but everything looks the same. My eyes caught sight of a run-down sign for a school to the left of me. Quickly, I turned off, going down the drive. As I approached the sign, I stopped getting out to investigate the tarnished words displayed. Covered in vines, I ripped them away to see the letters clearer. The sign said school for the gifted. I glanced around to see if I could see the building, but nothing was there. Then I thought, what if grandma Sukie put a cloaking spell around the coven to keep others from finding it?
I couldn’t remove my gaze. This was impossible. He’s dead. My eyes searched his handsome features. I reached my hand up to feel his face. Maybe I was dreaming. My hand caressed his stubble, and I knew I wasn’t dreaming.“Zade,” I murmured. Tears pricked my eyes. “You are dead. How are you in front of me?”Zade’s eyes filled with sorrow. He leaned into my touch and his eyes closed like he had been dreaming of this moment for the longest time.Our bodies melted together. Zade’s warmth was like laying under a cozy blanket by the fireplace on Christmas morning. I didn’t want him to move. I wanted us to stay like this forever.It had been six long years thinking he was dead, but Zade was liter
Since Zade ruined my spell to uncloak the coven, I had to figure out another way to defeat Nico. Deep down I knew He was still alive even though I smashed his skull with my mind. He was Lycan after all if he could endure falling thousands of feet and, surviving, he could fake being dead once again. I was still fuming that Zade hid from me all these years. We were mates. How could he walk away from that? Was I that hard to love? Raven hated me, Asher and I grew apart, and Zade avoided me on purpose. I guess I'm an unlikeable person. My grip on the steering wheel tensed, realizing I may have to live the rest of my life alone with my child, which was really fine by me. After all, people have done to hurt me. Alone sounds like heaven. Something happening to Zadie crossed my mind, and I realized Nico
I had to splash my face with water. I really thought the alcohol was getting to me. Was I imagining my wolf talking to me? There is no way. She left. I was sure this time for good.“Raven, please tell me you are really there? I’m not just dreaming.” I asked, worried I was losing my mind.“Yes, I’m here,” she answered, but not like her usual annoying self. “I was such a selfish wolf. Leaving you in the most heartbreaking time was an asshole move,” Raven admitted, and it felt like she was apologizing. But I knew she would never come out and say it, so this was her way of beating around the bush.My eyes poured like a waterfall.
Instantly I moved away from Zade, which literally felt like my entire body caught fire from the pain of the distance between us, but I knew Zadie was not in the right place to hear that Zade was her real father and that he was my true love. Asher was my best friend my whole life and mate, but I didn't get the same feelings that I did when I was around Zade. But I knew I would have to tell Zadie the truth. I just wasn't sure if there would ever be a right time, but for now, I needed to get myself out of this mess. I went to Zadie and crouched, pulling her into a hug. “I'm sorry I wasn't there. Did you have a bad dream?” I asked, hoping she saw nothing other than maybe a friendly hug between her imaginary friend and me. Zadie shook her head, biting he