I am Sam

SASHAI keep feeling this steady thumping sensation against my body. My eyes are closed as I moan, and for a brief moment, I imagine being back home in my bed with Wolf.A small smile suddenly creeps up at the corners of my mouth as I lean into the feeling, but the moment I breathe in the scent, I’m instantly awake; that’s not Wolf.My eyes fly wide open, and I’m suddenly looking straight up at Noah; my brain is trying to move a mile a minute, and it all comes rushing back to me. The portal, me vomiting, I must have blacked out.Noah has me in his arms, holding me tight against his chest, bridal style, as he keeps walking forward. Wriggling slightly in his hold, Noah’s eyes instantly lower to mine, lifting an apologetic brow at me, the corners of his mouth turn into a grin.“Yeah, maybe traveling through portals isn’t heavy for us because we’ve done it all our lives.” And I want to smirk at him, roll my eyes, and say something like, “Ya think?” But I decided against it and instead loo

SASHAAnother week has gone by, and I’m locked away in this room, awaiting the inevitable. I’m losing my goddam mind; I can’t take this anymore. If Ronan plans on killing me, then just kill me already. Stop prolonging it; it’s torture. Waiting is far worse. It’s like my mind keeps putting together different scenarios of how I’m going to die: not being able to break the curse, never seeing Wolf again, feeling like a failure, and not knowing how to undo what happened a week ago.Looking down at the wolf cuffs around my wrists, I slowly clench my fists, my wolf shimmering behind my eyes. She’s losing it, pushing, clawing in desperation to get out, to get to her mate. She doesn’t understand; to her, this is the worst kind of torture.Circen hasn’t been allowed in my room, by orders of Ronan. Of course, he’s trying to get me to go insane.No one is allowed to come inside my room, no one except one guard and one maid once a day. I get fed three meals a day, my linen and towels changed daily

SASHAI’ve been standing in front of him for the last few minutes contemplating whether or not to poke the bear; Atlas passed out on the couch after downing his umpteenth drink of choice.He was pissed over me not telling him about Ronan coming to see me, but what I said when he put me on the spot got to him when I told him the fabricated lie about Noah and me.Noah reassured me that I didn’t need to worry, that Atlas wouldn’t do anything to him. But honestly, after seeing the look in his eyes and how he was glaring at Noah, I couldn’t help but feel concerned and worried.Circen and Caleb were the first to leave here after quite a few drinks; dark and mysterious, he does seem to have a lighter side to him, it seems, not by much, but I saw a smile under that hooded veil of hair covering his face.The moment he scooped Circen up onto his back, he even chuckled, albeit it was still a dark chuckle that would otherwise scare the crap out of anyone who didn’t know him, but at least he’s not