Latent: [A Werewolf Romance]

Present day. Alaska . The sound of someone popping their gum filled the small room. "Nope, pass," Eunice, my bossom--but no less aggravating--friend said. "How about this one?" I stifled a longsuffering sigh, holding up yet another ensemble from my closet. She casted her gaze heavenwards. "Hilda," she groaned. "You've been displaying just about the same type of clothes for the past ten hours." She was right, about the clothes. But there was one thing she was wrong about. "It's been just two hours, not ten." She leaned against the wall defeatedly. "Well it feels like it." I balled up the green top in my hands and threw it towards her direction. It landed splat on her face. "Stop being a spoilsport and come help me look for what to wear." "It'll be no use," she grumbled. Just like my entire existence. Already knowing the answer, I still asked anyway, "How so?" "Because your closet's filled with just jean shorts and T-shirts. No gowns." "No occasion's ever come up for me to we

My mind instantly got thrown into a mindless turmoil, and my senses clogged with scents, sounds and sights of things that weren't there.The putrid smell of urine and aconite. The sweat trickling down my clammy skin. The feel of my bones melting. . . The sound of slow, approaching footsteps.A whimper filled my ears and I realized I was now sat rocking on the floor, back in Eunice's car. I tried to hang onto the present, but the memories were relentless.Like a large sea monster, it threw me back into the ocean of my spiraling thoughts, holding me down until I couldn't breathe, until I was drowning, drowning in my sea of memories. My chest constricted and a wet substance slid down my cheeks. I realized I was crying, inside the ocean?The pungent smell of urine filled my nose, and when I opened my eyes, it was to see father advancing towards me with a large syringe. The point of the needl

It felt like it'd been mere seconds ago when we'd walked in through the airport's glass doors and into the wide, tiled halls bustling with humans, seconds ago when my bewildered eyes had soaked in every single detail like a sponge.   Now we sat on the leather seats of the plane, boarding a first class flight. Behind me, father sat typing on his laptop. Beside him sat three pack warriors-- their size had initially given the flight attendants a scare. Now they quietly sat on the chairs, looking bored out of their minds.   After a while I looked out the windows. My heart jumped into my mouth. The view was as exciting as it was frightening; at this moment I thought the two words could mean one and the same thing. To be this high up....Frightening!Exciting.   Tufts and strips of clouds obscured the view below once in a while, but I didn't mind as the clouds themselves were rightfully asto

Something was stirring within me, struggling to get free; or at least trying to get something across. But the niggling feeling, that wasn't entirely bad, was overridden by my fear.   I stopped and waved the lantern in front of me wildly, saying, "Whoever the creep you are, show yourself!" I thought about my phone that was back in my large room, charging, and thought myself more the fool for leaving the pack-house without it.   I felt a presence approaching me.   Dark.   A presence so dark I felt my wolven instincts flare alive for the first time. /Mate/ my wolf said for the... First time. Amidst my fear for whoever or whatever was approaching, I felt a joy so profound fill me that I started to cry.   When I heard a twig snap, I became alert, putting my emotions in check. Whipping my head around, I saw nothing but the tall  sh

Late evening soon rolled in and Nayla led me to the venue of the Lighting.I didn't know how to feel about seeing Vaughan again.Oh, I did. And not wanting to see him anymore than I did a syringe of wolfsbane translated to it.Colourful birds chirped above me, and the heady scent of flowers in the east gardens seeped into my nose.I noticed a portion of the garden were missing most of their flowers. Frowning, I asked, "Why are their flowers missing?"Nayla looked at the direction I was staring at. "Oh. That's because the Alpha always has flowers sent to newly weds, and their newborn pups."I digested that. My fingers trailing over a bed of white roses, I asked a question that'd been unknowingly festering in my subconscious. In spite of myself, soon after I asked it, I instantly became consumed by it, wanting to know..."Nayla, what is Vaughan like?"Under her breath she murmured, "I see you both are on first name basis, somethi