She wanders over to one of the inner rooms and, from the scent alone; she knows it’s Ken’s. The warm scent welcomes her further, and she widens the door and steps into the room. The neatness of his room is one thing she notices as she enters, which had always been Ken’s signature. He had even cleaned up after her a few times, which forced her to double her game of being alert and not dropping anything whenever she was around him.
A neat white sheet covered his bed, which stayed on the opposite side of the door, close to the window. A few books stayed on the nightstand next to it, and one of those books was a spell book. Jaclyn knew it because she’d seen him with it more times than she could count when they were younger. His wardrobe stands at the right side and the room with a dressing mirror glued onto its front. The left side looked l
Okay, Jaclyn isn't like every other wolf and in every chapter, she learns a new thing about herself. It was fun writing and also emotionally challenging. I'd like to hear your thoughts.
Two weeks later Ken stepped out of the cottage to get a few provisions from the next town store, and Jaclyn stayed inside and kept the door locked, just as Ken instructed. Two days after she regained consciousness, Jaclyn had woken up to a tug in her heart. The painful tug made her scream so loud she woke Ken and Quinton up, and they raced into her room to her aid. After the ache reduced, she explained what had triggered the outburst and Ken told her that her mark and bleeding heart were still healing, hence her pain. He added that her shift and transformation into a werewolf would have speeded up the healing process, but because her bleeding heart resulted from a ritual, its healing took longer than usual. Ken believed it would take a few months after her awakening for her healing to be completed and so she needed to stay at the cottage. Quinton received news of his father’s demise in a brutal attack last week and he left for the North immediatel
Her eyes flutter to see the lights of the room on, illuminating it and making her eyes strain. She felt confused as she’d seen Ken turn it off before leaving earlier. She drags herself off the bed and walks to the switch to turn it off when she heard. “We didn’t get to finish our discussion.” She flinches and collapses against the door, her heart slamming to the cage of her chest and her breath becomes short. She turns and sees Logan, the alpha she had seen in the living room during the day, standing before her. A smile comes to his face, and she finds it creepy. “This is impossible.” “It isn’t.” “How are you here? Ken already warded the house!” she saw it with her own eyes and did not believe Ken tricked her. “He has, but I’m not in the house. I am in your head. You are dreaming, Jaclyn Tarr.” he clarifies, pointing to her bed. Her eyes followed the movement of his hand to the corner of the room w
Jaclyn wakes up with force, panting, and sweat breaks out on her skin and her body trembles. The nightmare she just had coupled with Logan’s words terrified her.The door opens and the lights flicker on and in the next minute, Ken sits beside her. His hand comes up to touch her sweat covered face, and he tries to soothe and pacify her.“It’s a dream. You’re awake now.”Her trembling hands cling to his shirt like her life depended on it. Her body trembles as they pressed against his, finding warmth. The thought of losing him crushed her spirit, and she didn’t want to let go.Ken, as if knowing, kisses her hair and nuzzles her back, mumbling sweet nothing to soothe her.“You’re okay. You’re alright now, Jaclyn.”After a while of reassurance, her trembling reduces and her breathing settles. “Thank you. I was so scared.”“It’s fine.
Her lashes fluttered with the first ray of sunlight and she adjusted herself and turned around, only to meet Ken already awake. She narrows her brows even as her gaze remained locked on his and she wonders how long Mr Strange beside her had been awake. Her sleepy voice moans out, and she placed her head down on the pillow but stays awake. His hand comes to caress her face, causing a spark within her, and he felt it too. “Hey, did I wake you up?” he asks in a subtle voice. She shakes her head. “You didn’t, but you’re keeping me up now. Why are you up?” He shrugs, “Thinking about you, and the time we shared a couple of hours ago.” She pulled herself up and drew closer towards him. “What about it?” “It was better than I expected, but I don’t know if the feeling is the same for you.” She smiles, “Why won’t it be?” “You’ve been with experienced people in the past. And might have felt disappointed.” “My
“What’s the catch?” she asks, watching Logan closely as her claw withdraws and her hands transform into that of humans. They had spent not less than four hours training and perfecting how to retract the venom in her claw. The training took longer because they had started at a slower pace because of Jaclyn’s healing heart. However, the more it healed, the longer they took the training. Three weeks ago, her heart felt whole for the first time since waking up. So far, she had focused fully on mastering her control. They were both outside the cottage, dream walking, and surrounded by trees and the night sky. She chose here when they started training because of the sense of nearness to Ken. Also, the coldness of the night made her sweat less, which she found also affected her in real life. Logan taught her how to dream walk, as well as a few other things she didn’t think were possible. She listened closely and made sure she had perfected eve
Jaclyn’s eyes flutter in bed and looking around, she sees Ken is no longer on it with her. She wonders how long she’s been asleep and why Ken didn’t think to wake her. Her eyes strain a little, an effect of dream walking, but she rubbed them tenderly and pulled herself into a sitting position." As she regains more consciousness, she can smell the aroma of pancake and beef coming from the kitchen and her stomach growl. She gets down from the bed and races downstairs to where the kitchen is. She finds Ken in a black singlet and a white apron tied to his neck. He’s standing before the drying pan with a bowl of red meat in it. She waltzes over to him, wrapping her arms around his midsections and feeling the muscles built up there. She pressed small kisses all over his arm and upper shoulder, and she felt him shudder against her in return. “Good morning. You were sleeping soundly when I left the bed. I didn’t want to wake you, so I thought I would make
He gasps in disbelief and shakes his head. “Two months! You’ve been dream walking for that long with some creepy alpha you barely know? You’ve left me in the dark and you think that’s okay?” “I only wanted to protect you.” He spun to her, his eyes wounded and pissed. “By shutting me out? Leaving me clueless? I thought we’d become closer. I thought we became intimate. We’ve had sex and fallen asleep in each other’s arms more times than I can count, and I’ve never kept a thing from you. Yet, it never occurred to you to tell me the truth.” “I am sorry.” He runs a shaky hand through his hair and paces around. “What did he want from you in return, then?” “Nothing.” “Oh, come on! No one does a thing without wanting something in return.” “You did.” “You were my friend, but I am certain that this man, whoever he is, won’t do anything for free.” “He needed my help with the Rogue pack, but I said no. You
Jaclyn and Ken stand on the other side of the street, and she stares at the house she once called home. Confusion and scepticism cloud her mind as she thinks of the way forward. They had already planned out everything and Ken promised to have her back, yet her heart panicked at the thought of the step ahead. She has a black furry sweater on, yet she feels cold from the inside out, a reaction caused by fear. She doesn’t want to let Ken see it; they decided together, but the last-minute dilemma did not help. She had almost changed her mind yesterday, but Ken grabbed her by the shoulders, kissed her lips and told her she would be great. Ken then asked if she would come out to her mother about everything, but she told him there was no need to. She then said if she asked, she’d simply find a simpler story to tell. Her stay home would be one of starting over and there was no reason to dig into the past. This, however, is a disaster and her he