Claude and Nuella were dancing wildly to the beat of the music, lost in the moment. Claude was leading the dance and twirling Nuella around the floor. They were having so much fun, they didn't notice the man standing in the shadows watching them.As they danced, Claude glanced over Nuella's shoulder and saw him. Vladimir. The man who had been trying to kill her for while. Claude froze, her eyes locked on the man in the shadows.Suddenly, she grabbed Nuella's hand and dragged her off the dance floor. Nuella stumbled behind her, confused and disoriented. They ran through the crowd, dodging people left and right, as Claude tried to get away from Vladimir.Nuella yelled at Claude to stop, asking why she was in such a rush all of a sudden. Claude turned around and pointed behind her, seeing Vladimir step out of the shadows and smile at her. Nuella looked behind her but saw nothing. She turned back to Claude, puzzled."What exactly is scaring you?" Nuella asked.Claude replied, "Him. Vladim
Claude had not thought about it before but once she did she couldn’t stop worrying that Nuella’s mom would call her mom to confirm if they were really at her place. She hadn’t really looked too convinced back there and she had really hated lying to her.Well a lie was the only way to go about it right now and on that thought she brought out her phone and texted her mom that she and Nuella would stay at the pack house for a bit more. The book was at her room back at home since she didn’t think it was safe enough to keep it at the pack house.Not like all that really mattered now anyway, since she had to give it to Vladimir to save her friend now. Her phone dinged and she saw that it was her mom replying her text with a ‘Okay, you girls stay safe’. Now, the only way to go to her house was to sneak in through her window considering that her mom already thought she was at the pack house. She wasn’t much of the sneaky type so she didn’t have much experience with sneaking in or out even he
“I’ll get you out of here. I promise.” I said to Nuella who just shook her head.“How do you know him Claude? Why do you know someone that wants to kill you?” “I don’t-”“This is the second witch that wants to kill you, Claude. Most people don’t even know they exist!”“I know how it looks Nuella but I swear, I did nothing! Look, I’m sorry okay? I will get you out of here and…” Her voice cracked, “I know you don’t deserve the things you go through because of me.” She burst out placing her face in her hands as she burst into tears again.“Oh come on, Claude. Don’t cry! Look, I’m just confused. There has to be a reason and knowing what that reason is might help us out of this. We need to know what makes you so special to them.” She explained. Claude nodded, wiping her face deciding that she needed to get over herself and think. Getting emotional over nothing won’t get them out of this place, or at least get Nuella out of this place. A plan was what they needed.“I can’t believe I’m the
For the second time that day Claude was rousing from a blackout. Or at least, she thought it was that same day. Her senses awoke before her body and her nose was assaulted by an intense incense smell. She couldn’t quite place it but if there was any thing that was going to make her open her tired eyes, it was that. It was quite intrusive.Immediately her eyes fell open, she was immediately flanked by her sides. Her eyes had not even had enough time to take in her environment and when the blurriness finally cleared she finds out that it’s Denver and her mom. Denver was on one side and her mom at the other. Her dad was in the room as well, perched at the wall with his arms folded.Denver lifted her hand and placed a kiss to the back of it, “I’ve been so worried Claude. We’ve all been so worried.”“Yes.” Her dad concurred, his voice low and Claude thought he even sounded a bit angry, “We’ve all been so worried.”“H-how is Nuella?” Claude asked the first thing that came to mind, her throa
On her dad’s request, Claude spent the next hour on the balcony with her dad, relating the entire ordeal to him. This time her mom didn’t protest because they all knew it was necessary. Her father’s men were out there looking for the dangerous criminal that was Vladimir and anything she had to say may prove useful. Claude reached for another piece of the amazing butter cookies her mom had baked. “Dad, I think you guys should just stop looking for Vladimir.” He frowned and narrowed his eyes, “What? Why? What do you mean?” She sighed, “Dad, Vladimir stood behind me when Denver came into my room in the pack house and Denver did not know. Why? He had turned himself invisible! And now that I think about it, there probably is a spell to mask scent as well because that should’ve given him a way when he carried me and basically walked passed the entire of Denver’s pack members and nobody could sense a thing.” The alpha was massaging his temples before he knew it, “He turned you invisible.”
The next morning, Claude woke up early even though she could’ve slept in. She wished she had slept longer but since her body decided to get up at this time, so be it. She made her bed and took a shower before leaving her room to the kitchen where her parents would no doubt be.“Morning mom, dad.” She greeted chirpily, determined to give off the vibe that she was fine and no longer needed to be watched as though she was going to evaporate right in front of them. At the thought she supposed she would not be able to get rid of their watchful eyes what with a witch out for her life on the loose but she was sure her emotional state seemed fragile to them.She didn’t like that.They seemed to pity her immensely about what happened with Denver. She didn’t think she took it quite as serious as her parents did. Did one really need a mate? Was it that sad that she did not have one? But even as she asked herself those questions, she knew the answer. She knew the answer in the way Denver’s image
When Claude got home she had gone straight into her room and locked the door before proceeding to sit on her bed, yoga style as she stared at the door. Anyone who saw her would think that she was actually meditating from the way she sat still, in one position, barely blinking, barely breathing.The conversation she had with Amelia would not leave her head and from the conversation she opened more and more thought pathways as she connected everything. She could not believe that Denver and her had been so wickedly deceived that she had had to reject him as her mate.Her shoulders hunched and she choked out a sob, finally mourning the loss of her mate. What could be done to remedy such a thing. Victoria had somehow coerced Tasha to make Denver hers by any means and while Victoria was out for Claude, Tasha was out for Denver. Now what she wanted to avenge, Claude did not know but she knew that Tasha was out for Denver and although he was a strong wolf, one could never be a match for stron
Denver listened as Claude told him everything. He didn’t say a word but his expression kept changing by the second until he looked absolutely livid. Claude left out the part about her rebirth. Maybe she would tell him, some other time but for now, she didn’t think she should tell him how he had abandoned her to die because he thought their child was Eric’s. She preferred to think of it as a bad dream. She preferred to tell herself that this Denver and that one were two different people.Immediately she was finished, Denver was up and pacing the room. “None of it was real.” He said, running his fingers through his hair, over and over again until Claude felt the urge to go over and make him stop. “I…when I saw you and Eric, it wasn’t real…I trusted you, Claude I did, I do…I just…It was right in front of me…I…”Claude grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the bed, “I know.”“Now I know why I felt the mate pull towards Victoria.” Denver shook his head, “As if.”“I felt it towards Eric t