She's back

The present:

Lucas’ Point of view

I woke up so early this morning, not expecting so after the wild night I had yesterday... But I got this feeling like something wasn't right.

As usual, I would ignore this odd feeling, but it's not totally working. This feeling holds that sort of déjà vu impression, which irritated the hell out of me.

Lost in my thoughts, I was til Rebekah spoke using that annoying voice of hers.

"Up this early. What are you doing?"

I could've answered her but instead of I choose not to do, you can't blame me for that. I mean, she's not that bad in bed, but you can't have a decent conversation with her.

She's really annoying, especially when she acts as if we belong to each other while we don't. She knows that I have a mate, or at least ... I used to have one until she was gone, but I'm sure she'll be back.

She is nothing compared to her - my mate. Each and every time I meet her, I fall for her charm deeper than before.

Still did not introduce myself... Where the h**l are my manners??!!

Anyway, my name's Lucas Salvatore. Alpha of the Shadow Pack.

Although I look in my thirties, I am actually 1528 years old. My pack and I actually are not like the other pack: First, because we're cursed - and second, because we live among humans, exactly in New York City. Of course, you would ask:

How would a wolf live in the city?

Doesn't he need to let his wolf out from time to time..??!!

Well, I can't say that I didn't miss the woods, but running in New York streets at night in my wolf's form also has its own taste.

So I've taken a shower, got one of my black suits on my skin, had my black morning coffee, and took my way to one of my companies (the main one actually).

Today should actually be one of the important days. Since I have a meeting with the model, that will be modeling for our new makeup collection.

I didn't meet her yet, but since James 'the photographer promoting for the collection' believes that she's the one, then I didn't check her out, but I guess that it's time to see her now.

This collection is getting everyone's attention since it's our first time to have that sort of makeup line, the makeup that everyone can have.

As you know, not everyone can afford one of our first quality products. Well, that was in the past - The "T.J.B." brand that stands for "Toujours Belle (always beautiful)" - is a second quality product that matched our first quality products, but only cheaper, so that everyone could have.

While I was dealing with my paper works, a knock on the door followed by Rebekah's annoying voice got me out of guard.

"Babe!! Why didn't you wait for me to wake up? It wouldn't k**l you to take me with you since we're heading to the same place."

She was throwing words all around, and I didn't like it.

"First of all: it's Sir to you. Second: I'm not your babysitter to take care of you. Third: manage to stay professional. Otherwise, I'll have to hire another assistant."

I finished my sentence with a glare that surely has her freaked out.

"I'm sorry Sir, I just wanted to remind you about the photo shoot that's taking place after one hour from now."

She spoke with a formality that doesn't sound annoying, like her usual voice, and I answered her shortly.

" If that's all, then you can go!"

While I was working in peace, I received a message from James. It was about the photo shooting session. He informed me that the photo shoot has started already, and I've taken the hint to move.

The odd feeling did not go at ease at all, it was the opposite. I was feeling as if the fire was burning inside of me. For some unknown reason, I felt like it was hard for me to breathe.

The déjà vu feeling made me wonder if it's another one of these times when I met her. Am I going to see her again? Is she going to die the same day, or may I have a chance to get to know her more before she leaves? The worse, am I going to be able to survive her death again?

All these questions were fighting deep inside of me while looking for answers. But, the answers are the only thing that I don't have.

Just as I arrived, a beautiful smell hit my nose. The type of smell that gets me out of control...

I step a step back before I encourage myself to step forward. I mean, if she's really here - then I have nothing to do about it all.

I mean, I spent the whole 1400 years hunting witches and forcing them to break the spell. But it never works. The only way to break the spelling is by forcing the one who cast it to break it. Otherwise, to do as the original spell said so - meaning to learn how to love.

How would I learn how to love, when I already believe that I love her more than anything else?

As I was moving toward the studio, fear started moving all over my body. Deep inside, I was trying to convince myself that I'm just overreacting, and she's too far from being here.

All the hope inside of me vanished when I saw her shooting with the rest of the team. She was here, and she's back... My mate is back in life... Again, and I have nothing to do with what's coming.