“But I'm my father's daughter. Always too proud, too stubborn, impossible to tame. My father said the wilderness lives in me, it brings the storm and ranging winds through my skin for the world to feel. So I become the wilderness itself.”
View MoreThe door finally cracks open when it's already fully dark outside. At this point, I'm half asleep, dozing in bed, but as soon as that door handle twists, I am completely awake, ready to shift, to attack, to kill, to run.The man steps inside and all my previous thoughts about attacking vanish. The man brings power with him, radiating from his skin, promising an instant death for any disobedience. I want to lower my head, to bare my neck for this strange northerner- definitely an alpha. Despite my stupid wolf instincts, I hold my head up. I won't cower.I don't want to get up wearing only a t-shirt, so I stay sitting, ready, oh, so ready to run. I can feel my own pulse in my veins, adrenaline keeping me on the edge. Move away from the door, god damn.The man turns the lights on and I squint my eyes, not actually daring to fully close them. I want to see his every single move.He's wearing all black - a shirt, pants, jacket and boots. The only different col
The events happen straight after 'The Forest'I am in a deep mess right now. Really, really deep. I know the brown wolf felt it too. A powerful tug deep in his core. A strong push, making two forever bonded souls get closer to each other.We are mates.Hell no. This will not happen to me. I don't want to be anyone's mate. I know what it means for a girl to find one. It doesn't end well for her if she doesn't want to cooperate. Wolves are territorial, overprotective, aggressive, instincts driving them, not the logic. They will do anything to get to keep their mates for themselves.But I won't leave my family for any man.The brown one completely shifts his behavior now. He starts gently licking my wound, poking me with his nose, but I'm not having this shit. I growl, my lips baring sharp canines, ordering him to step the hell away from me. He seems not to care at all ant pokes me with his nose again.Like hell I am coming with you, stupid mut
They say I was born at the darkest hour of winter's night. The wind was howling , shaking trees and tearing their branches off, bringing snow and cold. Not a single star could be seen in the sky. Great clouds covered the white moon. Everything was pitch black. The air held a metalic smell.They say the storm lasted for three days.After 8 hours of pain, a tired woman held a baby wrapped in a rough blanket in her arms. A soft smile was illuminating the mother's face. The baby herself was quiet now, nestled in a warm embrace.There was a sound of a door cracking open. A tall man came quietly, surrounded by shadows. When he came closer to the light a single candle provided, his dark hair and deep ocean eyes could be seen. He crouched near the woman, kissed her forehead tenderly, his eyes, sparkling with pure joy, never left the baby's face. When the man gently touched the girl's cheek, she opened her eyes and golden irises pierced the room.They say that mom
I bolt straight in my bed, panting, my hair falling to my face. All I can hear is my fast beating heart, threatening to burst out of my chest. I close my eyes, pushing hair away from my sweat-covered face, then fall back in sheets again, trying to calm my ragged breath. I know I won't be able to fall asleep again tonight. Damn. I glance through the window, seeing a full moon still high up in the night sky. I lay still for a while, debating what I should do, then finally sit up again. I stay like that for another minute, letting the coldness of my room seep in my skin. The moon is still shining, its light caressing my face, teasing me, calling me, luring me... It's been over a year now. Finally, I give up and push myself to stand up. The wooden floor creaks gently under my weight, the coldness of its surface makes my toes curl. I hesitantly tiptoe to the narrow corridor, leaving my bedroom door slightly ajar, go down the stairs and open the front door. Cold sp
I bolt straight in my bed, panting, my hair falling to my face. All I can hear is my fast beating heart, threatening to burst out of my chest. I close my eyes, pushing hair away from my sweat-covered face, then fall back in sheets again, trying to calm my ragged breath. I know I won't be able to fall asleep again tonight. Damn. I glance through the window, seeing a full moon still high up in the night sky. I lay still for a while, debating what I should do, then finally sit up again. I stay like that for another minute, letting the coldness of my room seep in my skin. The moon is still shining, its light caressing my face, teasing me, calling me, luring me... It's been over a year now. Finally, I give up and push myself to stand up. The wooden floor creaks gently under my weight, the coldness of its surface makes my toes curl. I hesitantly tiptoe to the narrow corridor, leaving my bedroom door slightly ajar, go down the stairs and open the front door. Cold sp
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