It was Saturday afternoon, around 2 o’clock, when Elizabeth sighed and put the dress that she was holding back on the rack. She was exhausted after four hours of non-stop shopping with Adaline and Anna. They have spent a day wandering around a mall trying things and buying things. Anna picked some stuff for the baby and some pregnancy dresses for herself, while Adaline and Elizabeth enjoyed picking up clothes and shoes for themselves.
Henry was having lunch with his friend, Ethan Peters, a lawyer that handled all of his legal matters. They had known each other for almost a century now, had fought a war together, and spent countless nights in bars and pubs across Europe in some other life when they were younger and appreciated adventures of other kinds. For the past month, life to Henry seemed like a dream. He could feel how much Elizabeth loved him, even though she never said it. He could see it in every move she made, in every word she said, in every kiss she gave him. He had never thought that having his mate beside him could make him this happy, this fulfilled, this complete as he has felt now. Even if the whole world ceased to exist at this very moment and Elizabeth was the only one left by his side, he wouldn’t complain. She would be enough. She is enough. He felt the need to give her everything, to smother her with his love and gifts, and to take her to see the world with him, but he also understood her rel
Henry was sitting on the sofa in his living room with elbows on his knees, hands supporting his head. He was breathing deeply and heavily, trying to focus on Elizabeth, to feel what she was feeling, to try to get any sense of what was surrounding her, but all he could get was darkness. She was probably still unconscious. His father and brother were next to him, John came with Samantha too, Ethan nev
Elizabeth was woken up by a loud banging noise and the sound of aggressive arguing nearby, but she could not determine where exactly it was coming from nor what the voices argued about due to a dull ache in her head. Her brain felt like it was made of jelly, and even the slightest movement caused her pain, so she tried to stay as still as possible. She swallowed the lump stuck in her throat and trie
“Your sense of smell must be off then since something like that is just not possible!” Elizabeth was flabbergasted with even the possibility of pregnancy. It’s nothing she thought would happen any time soon, Henry said it, it took his parents more than 50 years to have Michael, and they are both of the same species, and Michael and Anna thought they won’t be able to have children ever... her heart was beating faster than ever scared that what th
Michael was driving while Henry was in the passenger seat and Richard in the back of Henry’s SUV. Ethan stayed in the apartment to help Kate get back on her feet but promised that they would soon follow after them. They broke every speed limit there was, and they were nearing their destination. All along, Henry was on the phone, filling John in on the details and what he suspected was happening. Jo
From somewhere in the woods, a big group of feral werewolves managed to break through the protective circle that John’s warrior wolves created on the perimeter of Henry’s cottage. There were, for sure, at least a couple of dozens of them, all attacking Henry at once, and he had no choice but to take his dragon form that was much stronger and way bigger than his human one, but unfortunately slower on the ground than his current enemies.
“Nooo!” Elizabeth screamed from the top of her lungs at the sight of Henry in his dragon form flying through the air, but her cry was muted by the explosion. She just gained her consciousness back and Michael was helping her to stand up when the explosion occurred towards which she wanted to run, but the power of the blast threw her back too. Her fall was softened by Michael’s body, and the soot tha
The ashes of the dead werewolves were blown away by the breeze that came from east. Under the rays of the early rising sun, the scene could be called magical if it wasn’t filled with death. From the cottage that Elizabeth came to love so much, the only thing that was left was the concrete foundation and the basement. Everything else was blown to pieces or charred.