Darlow turned into a ghost town once the battle had officially ended. Any memory of the town had been wiped clean from the citizens that had called it home. The Werewolf community took it upon themselves to clear it out and put whatever was left behind to good use in their new home. Lymeria was on rest after her collision with her ex-Mate, but she was stronger than what he gave her credit for. As for his own Mate. She was still healing after she lost her father in the fight. Leyla had taken temporary leadership of the Hunters until Amira felt she was ready to take over her father's footsteps. She was still healing as well with the loss of her lover, even with the brave face she had put on. The world still moved on and darkness still lingered at every corner. Willow advised later it to burn the deceased that were not turned during the fight, in order to prevent any further undead to wander about. She was handling things slowly with her new abilities. Aiden had caught her freque
The moon hung high in the sky. The windowpane gently rattled from the wind. Fresh leaves had begun to bud on the trees in their garden. Spring had finally arrived. She hummed softly, her fingers tracing a small circle on the infant's back as she rocked him to sleep. His head snuggled against her chest, the light sucking of his pacifier filled her ears. His twin snored softly in his crib with a light blue blanket snuggled into his arms. She shut her eyes, her heart beat steady and her mind at ease for the first time in months. The birth of the twins took a toll on her body worse than she had ever imagined. She was hospitalized. Bedridden until her vitals were normal again. Even with Nox assisting her, there was only so much the Wolf spirit could do for a vessel that wasn't his own. A gentle knock came from the closed door before it creaked open for Jayce's head to peer in. His tender smile still made her heart flutter as he stepped in and made his wa
The crisp, chilly air nibbled on her nose as night cast around her. The stars and moon gave little light through the naked trees, but it was enough to get by. Her small feet crunched against the thick snow, but other footfalls drowned them out with her own. A slender hand grasped hers, tugging her closer. She glanced up at the individual, seeing a comforting smile waiting for her. “Everything will be alright, Amira. This will all be over soon.” The woman reassured her. The child simply nodded, but wasn’t too sure of what she meant by that. She knew at this moment that she was cold and wished to be back in the truck where it was warm and safe. The girl looked around them, counting five others walking with them, all wearing dark clothing and their hoods drawn over their faces. Each one had a knife on their hip and a gun holstered. She knew them well. They were family, so why must they hide themselves? “Bringing her was a bad idea, Reyna.” A man’s voice intercep
She gasped, her eyes shooting open as she sat up in her bed. Her alarm flashed the bold numbers: 7:25 AM She ran a hand over her face, feeling her skin drenched in sweat, her tank top clinging to her body. She kicked the blanket off of her, feeling like it was suffocating her. She pushed her wild hair from her face as she got out of bed, stretching in front of the lit up curtains. “Amira? You awake?” A deep voice called to her from the other side of her door. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, glancing around the room she stood in. It was a motel room with the standard box TV, box spring mattress and the cliche floral blanket and curtains to match. A knock came this time, a bit aggressive. “I’m up.” She yelled at the door in annoyance, rubbing her temples. It didn’t help that she had that dream again, let alone going to bed late as well. “Hurry up. The others are gathering to start setting up hunting grounds.” The voice came
Maybe it was the heat that was driving his brain crazy, or maybe the stuffiness of the shop that was confusing his senses. His mother insisted he take a break from his work and walk with her here, but he could barely get past the first aisle of shelves before he saw her. A woman that looked to be a few years younger than him standing alongside Miss J. Her white hair flowed down her back like a snowy waterfall, swaying against her open lower back. Her curves fit perfectly in the clothes she chose, her crop top giving more to the imagination. Her pink lips looked soft and inviting, but her eyes drew him in. Her blue eyes were like the ocean on the clearest of days and her scent. By the Gods, he wanted to wrap himself up in it and be smothered to death by it. Yet here he was, hiding behind books as his mother talked to her so freely. All he had to do was move, to step out of hiding and get close, yet his feet wouldn’t budge. There was a stirring inside of him, a low growl making itself
Amirastretchedher arms above her head as her last class wrapped up at noon. As the other students filed out, she looked out the classroom window to the large oak tree in the center of the courtyard out front. She watched the leaves dance with the breeze, her mind fading off to the same silhouette that stood at the back of the book store. He's the one I'm after. He appeared to be normal, if not socially awkward. Perhaps the info we received was mistaken? And why did he have to look so goddamn fine? “Miss Haddock.” A male voice interrupted her thoughts, drawing her attention to the approaching footsteps. A young man in his late twenties stepped up to the desk she stood behind, one hand in his brown slacks pocket. He wore a soft grey vest with a light brownsweater underneath. His slender body fit the style nicely, along with his clean face and short brown hair neatly combed back with the sides shaved low. He held a textbook under his arm.
Oh,theirony... When he touched her cheek, it was barely a graze when it hit him like a freight train. A jolt of electricity electrified every nerve in his body. He became more aware of her presence, the softness of her hair, the smoothness of her skin, the deepness in her eyes. He watched her face light up as she must have felt the same sensation rush through her body and her breath held. She looked in awe and surprise as she drank him in. His Wolf howled with glee. Mate. Aiden washed his face repeatedly, hoping with each splash that he’d wake up from this dream. Did he truly hope that it was a dream? Finding his Mate was fate, no matter the location or situation. Why did he brush her hair away again? He couldn’t hold back his reflexes. She was in a trance by that damn Vampire, his instincts just kicked in. He needed to protect her, but if he hadn’t stepped in, would she have snapped out of it? Her scent was familiar.
Sheinhaleddeeply,taking in the scent of the rain on theconcrete, and the aroma the surrounding forest gave off. Her feet tapped the ground,splashing lightly through the puddles. A single car drove past her, theirheadlights shining on her face for a moment before the darkness of her hood consumedher again. She stopped at an intersection, looking around before crossing. She skippeda step. A step sounded behind her before lining up with her own again. Sheknew she was being followed, she knew she was being watched for some time now.She just had to wait until the time was right for the prey to become the predator. What would Aidenthink of me? She shook her head. She can’t be distracted now. She slowed her pace a bit, hearing the footfalls behind her quickening. Most people would panic. They would run. They would freeze. She remained calm. She steadied her heart, her breathing and let herself get cl
Mark her... His Wolf growled deeply within his mind, applying just a bit of pressure to make his presence known. He looked into her eyes, seeing the clouds reflect in them as if her eyes were the sky itself. Strands of her white hair swayed and danced across her face, her appearance practically angelic until his eyes rested on her soft pink lips. His hand came up to rest on the side of her neck, his thumb brushing over her lips slowly. He watched as her eyelids fluttered from the electric touch he gave off, her breath escaping her. Mark her... His Wolf growled more persistently which confused Aiden. His thumb stopped just off the side of her lips as they parted slightly. All he had to do was lean in and kiss her, and the rest would be history. She's a Hunter... He stopped himself as his conscious warned him suddenly. He looked down at the woman beside him, her eyes having shut now and waiting for him to close the gap