All Chapters of Dear Diary... They Told Me I'm a Werewolf! : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I hug Violet once we are back at the Beta suite, her scent so strong and alluring right now, but I try to behave, knowing we have so much to do! We need to pack and get things ready to move tomorrow. We need to get into the Beta house, where they can guard us effectively. They think we can be better protected there, so I am happy for us to move there. Anywhere that my mate will be safer I am willing to go. No matter how hard work that brings, I am willing to do it. So when she moves herself away from me, I don’t take offense and assume that is why she has moved, because she too wants to get on and get things packed ready for our move. Though I look at the time and realise we will be needing dinner soon. So I offered to cook. Her response sounded so weak, vague, like she wasn’t with it, puzzling me a little. She had moved to the bedroom, so I followed her, to make sure she was ok. The sight I was greeted with worried me. Her eyes were stuck between hers and her wolf’s, her bod

I wake with a jolt. I am laid on Tate’s bed and my skin feels like it is on fire! My body feels like it belongs to somebody else and it is not a nice sensation. My mind feels disconnected from my body. And I don’t know where Azaria has been. “Hey you, you are awake again” Tate says, looking down at me. He is sitting next to me on the bed. He looks worried, I can see that in the way he is looking at me. My body feels uncomfortable. I look down, my body is covered with a damp towel and I am wearing nothing other than my underwear. What has happened?! What has Tate been doing? This feels very strange. “Violet?” he says, I can hear the concern in his voice too. “Yeah. Where are my clothes?” I ask, and I can hear the accusation in my tone when I speak. But I was dressed when I was awake last. Now suddenly I am lying in nothing but my underwear with nobody else here but him. It does not look good. It feels all wrong. Mate or no mate. I do not like how I am feeling. ‘

I looked to Violet, and she had fallen asleep in my arms. Though, I am unsurprised, being in heat is meant to be tiring, and it is only going to get worse as it goes along for her. So having a sleep now would not necessarily be a bad thing for her, bless her. I could do with resting too, but my wolf Odyn is restless, making sleep an almost impossibility. I think he was wanting to take care of his mate, it was like he was keeping an eye on her after she had passed out earlier. I knew it had made him worry as much as it had me. I pulled Violet into my embrace as I hoped feeling her steady heart rate and peacefully sleeping may settle Odyn too, to at least allow me to rest a little. I lay staring at the ceiling. Pondering over the fact things have changed so much in recent weeks. Gone from being a single Beta of a pack. To now having a mate, a beautiful mate, who had come into my life so unexpectedly. With not a clue about life as a werewolf. We had so much to teach her still too. A

Violet’s eyes rolled in her head, yet she was still sitting in bed. She was twitching like she was reacting to something. I saw tears begin to trickle from her eyes. My skin went cold, and had goosebumps across it. I did not like what I was seeing. “Vi” I tried to shake her gently to wake her from what I was assuming could be a vision, but there was no response from her. Then all of a sudden, there was the most deafening, high-pitched scream coming from her lips, the worst sound imaginable. It sounds in pain, almost a tortured sound. And Violet’s eyes flash open, and they are wide open, staring into space, her pupils wide to the point they are almost taking over her eyes. She looks haunting. “Violet?” I say, gently touching her arm, to try to make her aware I am there without scaring her. Her head swivels to look at me. Her dark, wide eyes now focused on me. Her breathing is rapid, I can see her chest moving up and down so quickly, it looks unnatural. She seemed on e

Violet tells me of her vision. At first, I think it has been that she had misread it. Or perhaps mis-seen it. There would be no reason why Damien would take Hattie. But then she is telling me the details, and the moment she begins to describe the clothes Hattie was wearing in the vision my skin feels cold. I feel terrified. She has described the exact clothes Hattie left home in this morning. How she had her hair too. That was too accurate. She had no way of knowing that. She had been in the Beta suite with Tate. My heart has dropped. It feels tight. It is racing. Is my mate at risk? Why was she in the vision? Not just in the vision, but so precise in the vision too? None of that makes sense to me, but it terrifies me. If that bastard has my mate, I would kill him! “What?” I feel myself stuttering, looking up at Violet, my eyes barely able to focus. I can feel my hands trembling too. Is Hattie safe? I need to call my Dad. Would he have had a chance to get to town yet? I coul