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Do you know that feeling when you are not used to something? How do you feel when something you are used to doesn't happen as expected? Well, that is how I felt. I was bothered beyond reasoning. Why was he being so nice? People aren't that nice. I was a hundred percent sure he didn't know I could shift, Zinnia was sure too. Then what? I wasn't feeling any amorous intent from him. Trust me, I would know. My mind flooded with thoughts as I arranged my clothes, and then I showered. I mean, I had my own modern en suite with a large tub and everything was good. I wasn't used to such luxury, not even when my mother was alive. After washing up, I dressed up and lay on the bed to rest my head. But then, the soft bouncy bed was just too comfortable, so I slept off with my legs hanging from the edge. When I woke up laying properly in the bed, the sheet over my body, I was stunned by how I felt. No one can ever get close to me when I sleep, let alone, touch me. I was always jumpy, always on ale

The young boy stood in the foyer of his bedroom, staring at a large portrait on the wall. The portrait was of his mother, the beautiful woman he wasn't that privileged to know much about. He was only four when she died, and six when he found out why. Now, at eight, he was still wondering and trying to accept the truth of the reason and the curse he calls a life. He had so many unanswered questions, so many thoughts and facts that he could never and would never be able to understand, fathom and conclude. Yet, he wished he could get the answer to just one question. "Hendrix," sighing almost inaudibly, he slowly turned his head to look at his father, the only one that can answer that one question, or maybe two. His father looked at the portrait and scowled. The only true reason he still had her pictures painted on the wall was because of his son, but it was starting to get annoying. "I should get that portrait to your room, so I don't have to see it. Now what is bothering you this time?"

Her feet crushed the branches and twigs beneath them, her hands pushing away all in her path. She had a mission, a mission to seek what disturbed her dreamless nap. She was fast asleep when she perceived it, fast asleep when her wolf felt it. Someone was in their special spot. It was late into the night, far into midnight. The moon was full and wide, almost as if angry about something and decided to show that thing who is bigger and brighter. Her feet pushed her forward, her wolf growled at the thought of them finding her special place and ruining it for them. That was the only place they had left, the last piece of their sanity. That place encouraged them after their mother's death. They couldn't risk anyone finding and taking a liking to it. She already knew what she would do when she got there. It involved blood. The sweet scent of sweet peas and rock rose, and a hint of rosemary, with a slight—barely noticeable—smell of hawthorn, guided her path. She didn't need to follow the sce

Well, so far, it has been exceptionally stressful but fun. Again, for a pregnant woman, Brie sure had stamina. They took us from one shop to the other, making me try on clothes I never thought would be possible to be in my wardrobe. They didn't even have to force Scarlette, she was more than willing to try on everything that crossed her path. I changed clothes so much that my hands felt like they were going to fall off. And just when I thought we were done, they moved on to shoes. I tried to silently tell them that I wouldn't be able to wear everything, I only needed a few clothes. But did they listen? No, they did not. My opinion didn't matter, especially when I couldn't talk. So, I sat down and tried every shoe they brought to me, modelled every they wanted me to until my feet ached. Then, once that torture was over, they moved me over to gloves and hats. "A woman can never have too many hats," Brie said. I tried on scarves, bags that I doubt I would use, socks—I'm talking about th

"Mother, I saw something odd today while passing behind the pack house," the little girl mused, dazedly looking at the spinning fan above her head. The butt of her black pencil rested on her lips. Her mother stopped what she was doing and looked at her. She knew all too well how curious her little smart girl was. Anything she saw that she didn't understand, she made it her life mission to find out what it meant. "And what caught my little detective's fancy this time?" Her mother asked playfully, really hoping her daughter didn't see anything bad like the last time. Her cheeks reddened as she remembered the last cause of curiosity for her daughter. She could barely answer her daughter, so she found a way to make her forget it by giving her something new to be curious about. It worked, but boy was she still flustered about the subject. "Is a mate capable of physically hurting the other? Did Father ever hurt you in your time together?" Her mother's mouth fell open like a fish. Of all th