Chapter Seven: Oh No, Not A Mate!

Neerah

We drove away from my father's house and I felt so sad all of a sudden. Sad that this was a place I yearned to call home.

Sad that I was never given an opportunity to belong.

I look at my hands where I cut open just a few hours ago. And for the first time, I can think clearly about the entire thing.

Why do I not have the wound? It is as if I imagined it!

I start to feel anxious again because I am so sure this is another werewolf trick.

My hands shook with fear, unable to accept that it was gone. Just like that.

I also kept noticing how his eyes flickered from grey to red and it was the most disconcerting thing ever!

I am just so raw. I feel exposed. I feel almost…like I am drowning in a sea of changing tides.

I thought I would have to marry Alpha Beret.

He was nice in his own way. But much like all the werewolves I know who are in a position of power, he was so arrogant and full of himself.

He expected things I couldn't give. Almost like he just automatically expected me