I dart my eyes around, trying to think of a way out of this. "What do you want from me?" I ask,
backing away from Gregor. "Well, let's see your pretty boy killed my Luna, and I thought it
Malachi POVPaul and I are at the bar. We ordered some beers, and the bartender handed them to us. "So, what is going on? You're acting weird, and don't try to lie? We have been friends our whole lives. I know you," I tell him, glancing in his direction. Paul looks towards me with a g
Luca kneels at my side, putting his hand on my forearm. I jerk away at his touch. "Chloe, I have loved you longer than Malachi ever could. He is mates with you in his form, but we are fated to be together in our form." He declares. "How do you know his name?" I ask, looking up at him. "I have always been near you watching." He says, like it’s normal to be a stalker. "Wow, that sounds creepy! So, why wait until now? I have a family, and I love Malachi", I tell him with a stern look. "It may take time, but things will get better. I promise, your memories will come back, and you will realize we are meant to be", Luca says, standing.He reaches for my face, but I swat his hand away. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" I snap. Luca looks hurt but takes it and turns to leave, closing the door behind him. “AAAHHH!!” I scream, throwing a vase on the nightstand next to me and watch it sha
I’m racing through the forest, my heart is beating fast and my breathing is heavy. It’s dark and cold. Suddenly, everything around me becomes eerie. I can see blood dripping from the trees like heavy drops of rain. I try to wipe it away when it falls on my face, but it only smears. I trip over a stump sending my body skidding across the forest floor and I can feel myself losing my focus, but I turn over with the feeling I’m not alone. I feel this beast coming toward me with bloodshot eyes and I open my mouth to scream, but what comes out surprises me. “Malachi,” I whisper, rea
I jump back from the window, startled, as the figure moves closer letting me see their face. “Sukie” I whisper in surprise. I make easy work of the lock and open the window. “How did you find me?” I ask excitedly, unable to hide the bright smile on my face. “I’m a witch remember,” she giggles in response. “Where’s Cypress?” I ask, looking around her expectantly, but Sukie shakes her head. “Witches can smell wolves so he would have blown my cover,” she explains.
I stand next to Paisley’s crib, holding the note in my hand. “I’m watching you,” I mutter the words. “Who could this be from,”
I rouse quickly, taking a deep breath to satisfy my burning lungs. I notice my body is soaked in sweat as if I spent hours in a sauna. I’m too afraid to close my eyes again, so I take slow deep breaths, in and out, attempting to calm my racing heart. When I finally feel like myself, I realize it was all a dream. I search the room, looking for any sign that it was real, but all I find is Paisley’s blanket and the note, still tight in my grasp.
My spirit travels through a tunnel of stars as if I’m racing through outer space, but then it suddenly stops. I’m dropped down on my back into an empty field of green grass. I lay there for a moment, inhaling the aroma of freshly grown flowers that remind me of spring while the sun beams down on my face.
I am face to face with the person I have been mourning night after night. “There is no way,” I t