However, the scene changed, and then she felt grateful that she was now outside of the dark forests. On her left, the landscape felt like it was her comfort reward—a beautiful, lush grassland through which she sauntered on an isolated path. On her right, she saw wild goats and wild sheep scraping on either surface, consuming their meals and unaware of her. Moreover, the cold, raw air was beating them from the left. But no one seems to mind; after all, their fur protects them from the elements. A sheep in hell? You've got to be kidding me! Sheep were not hell's creatures, they were from heaven. She groaned. But there was no trace of people on this trail apart from a worn-out track that curled through the snow blanket of grass on her right. Oh, really, Sophie? Do you expect people in your nightmares? Really? What is this Stephen King novel? The cold air replenished Sophie's lungs, and they were now bursting with fresh air as she observed the orange sunset cascading down a rift of c
Sage kept a close eye on Sophie; it was a miracle she awoke, after all, it had been a year since his Luna had been in a coma. The kingdom, the pack, was on edge. His father was worried since battle had broken out between neighbouring packs due to stories spread by traitors and the Crusade, who knew Sophie was one of Carlos' girls, the Savannah pack had been ambushed, and the Crusade had been on the run from humans. Everything was a jumble. Sage required Sophie for her vision, but it had been a year of futile effort, and she had finally awoken. Looking at the pale face of Sophie, Sage noticed her emotions were not easily suppressed on her innocent face. Her pain was apparent in the crease of her lovely brow and the downward curvature of her full lips. But her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a deep blue and sometimes green of restless grass, with a magic of unfortunate plight. A window! Sage realized that as he stared into her eyes, he knew all the beauty in the universe coul
"What pressing matters?" Sophie asked."Well, the thing is, since you—um, you were in deep sleep, war between packs started, and the humans joined in.""What? Why? I thought our marriage—""Sophie, you were asleep. We—I mean, you weren't exactly cooperative when you couldn't even open your eyes—you couldn't give us a vision that could help us. You are the last seer, and by now, the council knew about your ability, but—""But I was poisoned or drugged? And I was useless for a year?" Sophie intruded as she threw her hand in the air dismissively.He nodded his head. Yes, and that... here on the vanity table, you need to check yourself for you to believe that you're different now, go check yourself."Trying to stand, Sophie groaned.This better be good, she thought to herself.The silky blanket that covers her fell down the floor, and Sage turned his head immediately, trying his hardest not to look at the beautiful smooth legs of the woman who invaded his every night, making him feel st
Sage smirked and pushed more commands into her mind.Sophie groaned as her eyes rolled, literally."Bloody hell, that was cotton candy nice, like I'm sort of on drugs," she sighed.Wait! Yes, I'm a demon. I can fly and turn myself into a bat! Ha! Take those bitches! Pacing around she began to panic. But her brain couldn't accept the knowledge. It was like a computer that was overloaded. There was no definite processing capacity, and when her ability to process stopped, her fear exceeded that of panic attacks. It was like her brain was a machine with decreased inputs that couldn't do anything other than being frozen.Frozen. Her thoughts were frozen. Cold. Chilled.Sophie gasped. She was beyond mortified. "Stop that!"Unrevealed to her, Sage pushed more commands into her mind for her to stop panicking and breathe normally and with sudden vigor, Sophie asked. "Wait, let me get this straight. I am now a demon werewolf without a wolf, a seer without a vision?""Yes." Sage chuckled."And I
Landon?Cherryl?And someone was holding them hostage.Sage stared in the mist and saw someone holding Landon’s leash.Landon went obediently, head down, a good and docile victim. Up the five battered steps, across the narrow porch to the front door, and pushed it shut. They stopped. Landon did not look up. He did not look at their captor."Through the door," the captor said in his soft command voice.Cherryl trembled.Landon groaned.
"What the hell was that, Sophie?" Sage's eyes went wide as his jaw tightened, "what on earth is happening?""I don't know—did you see it? H-how?" Sophie wondered as she began pacing around; it had never happened before. Did Sage truly see that vision? That painful vision By the way she saw it, there is no doubt that Sage saw it perfectly. Did he feel the pain? The anger? "That—was—oh fuck, who is that guy?" "Who tortured my brother and your sister?" "I don't know," she shook her head, "I've never seen that guy before." "Why?" he roared, "he was clearly talking about you as his mistress." "How the fuck would I know who that guy was?" Sophie yelled back. "Wait, how on earth did you manage to get through to my vision? This has never happened before." "That's why I'm asking you. It was—I mean, was it always like that? You felt what they felt?" "Yes." "I never thought it would be that—I'm sorry. I didn't know how you managed to get through with so much vision. I—I didn't know it was
"Why was he so—arrg, so annoying?" Sophie murmured under her breath. She lay down on the luxurious bed and closed her eyes like an obedient robot. Questions remain hidden in the depths of her brain. Somehow trying to make it out of the misty wall! Eluding the call of darkness.However, Sage appeared in his pack library, his oasis, with a few high walls of ancient volumes, though mostly they were now a sort of decoration to set the scene. One simply logs in through one's device and either reads or listens to one of the thousands of titles, including mystical research manuscripts and scrolls, maps, an ancient prophecy, and some of his collection. His mother’s library was a great place to study and learn about his kind and make new connections, and this oasis has provided a secret passage out to the woods behind his majestic mansion as its walls are protected and fully equipped with survival necessities."Greg, give me some news about Carlos and his crusade," he announced and looked at h
Simultaneously, Sophie clipped her thumbs in the sides of both his trousers and underpants and aggressively pushed them down. By this time, Sage had slid his right hand around her left bottom cheek, between her thighs, and then began rubbing her moist slit, amazed at how damp she was.Sophie moaned and whimpered in his mouth as his fingers explored her sweet entrance and played her clit. Slowly and too gently.Damn! This man is a pro. She thought to herself.She broke the kiss and pulled Sage hard backward toward the luxurious bed. Somehow, Sophie's thoughts about all the ways this was wrong and inappropriate only made it hotter and more thrilling for both of them.Sage was so hard now, his hardened self tingled as the blood coursed through it. As she sat and spread her legs, he was shortly considering dropping to his knees and shoving his tongue into the teardrop-shaped sweet honey pot, but Sophie ended all thoughts of foreplay by using both hands to spread herself open and summoning