All Chapters of We Are Destined Mates: Chapter 71 - Chapter 76

I sent her a warm smile. I could only imagine how bad she wanted to be set free. She yawned and looked at me. She seemed much calmer than before and I hope this was not only because of the exhaustion. I held out my hand. She pushed her nose against my palm and I petted her.“What do you think?” I asked “Are you ready?”She nodded. I was getting worried. She was still not willing to talk. I doubt that she was unable to. And she didn’t hate me anymore. For me it was something I just couldn’t understand. In addition, it made me feel bad. If she didn’t hate me, why wouldn’t she talk to me? There were many things we could have discussed. I breathed a sigh but tried to understand her.I stepped to her leg and looked at the chain. She turned her head to me then nodded, implying it was really time to release more of her power. I grabbed the chain. I struggled with that one. I hoped I was just exhausted. The animal looked at me. Her eyes narrowed. She cooperated with me: she took some steps so

Lydia.That day, I bring down my first deer. It feels almost surreal, but the arrow that pierces through its unsuspecting eyes is mine. The deer falls to the ground as soon as the arrow hits, and although I feel remorse for it as always, I also cannot keep myself from crowing out of triumph."Good job!" Caleigh claps me on the back before running towards the carcass to start gutting it. We pack the meat inside our packs and dump the entrails far away so other carnivores could make use of it. With meat-heavy backpacks, we make our way back to our caves so we could drop the bounty off in the kitchens. The stores of meat in the pack would be full after this."How strange," Caleigh mused as we dropped the meat off, gazing around the pack lands, "Your unwelcome shadow is absent today."I'd noticed that too. I have yet to see Otis for the day; he'd been absent from my site since this morning. Maybe he finally came to his senses and decided not to pursue me. But I knew that thought is too g

Lydia.Otis hollers as I stab his arm with the arrowhead, his cry waking up everyone in the near vicinity. I start to hear voices coming from all around me. But caught in the throes of my anger, I don't care for them. I want to see Otis hurt for what he was trying to do to Ryan. With a yell, I pull off the sharp metal from his chest, and he cries out once again. Clutching the injured arm, he stumbles back a couple of steps and hits the wall, hard, with his head. The impact makes him lose consciousness, and he falls to the ground.I brace myself to pounce on him again and end him once and for all. I could feel the bloodlust taking over me, poisoning my mind like a scarlet berry. My vision tinges with death, and there's the gushing sound of an ocean in my ears. 'Kill, kill, kill,' my mind chants, and there's nothing I want more than to listen to it. I want to see fear clog his face, I want to see him choke on his own spit. I want to watch the life bleed out of him. I want to watch him