We've been through so much together, so much had threatened our love for each other and our lives too. "I did those things a lot, but that's not what I was referring to." His voice grew louder and I knew that he was starting to move closer to me. He moved my hair over my shoulder, leaving his fing
"Did you get the right spell combination?" He asked, wide-eyed. It was obvious that he wasn't going through what I was going through so I decided to keep it to myself. I slowly got up from my little workspace. I walked toward him, trying to check if it was only cold in my workspace. It was cold
Writer's POV Many days had passed since Matilda took hold of Miguel. And like Beta Jackson had suggested, all they had done was hope for Lila's to find her way back to Miguel and the two survive whatever the witches might be making them go through so they could safely return to Eclipse pack. Mistw
Writer's POV Beta Jackson only stared at Aiden's head, balling his hands into fists. He couldn't tell if it was his mate or the other witch that had attacked their pack this time. In fact, he feared that Lila might have been the one who attacked them this time. He trusted that his daughter wasn't
Miguel It felt like I was drowning but then in the next second, my skin felt warm. I wrapped my hands around Lila even tightly and kept my eyes shut. I listened to her heartbeat to reassure myself that she was still alive; we were still alive. The next thing I felt was the hard surface of the ear
Lila We all sat in Elijah's study. Miguel and I listened carefully as my father explained all that happened in our absence. I couldn't help but feel guilty; if only I had trusted in Miguel's love for me, I wouldn't have left the pack and if I never left the pack, my mother would have never gotten
My mother had caused us to grieve so many times, no one cared about showing their weaknesses now. "But then…." He sniffed, wiping away the tears that wouldn't stop flowing from his eyes, from his face. "If we sit here and keep passing blames around, we would all die with tears in our eyes. The wit
Writer's POV They both sat on the wooden floor, legs crossed and their hands on their thighs. The book was opened before them to the exact page that was needed for the sacred blood ritual. This same page had been locked for centuries, almost a millennium as a matter of fact. Ever since the death