Dark clouds fill the night sky, and it begins to rain heavily on us.I look down the slope of rocks and frown, ‘Be careful when you climb down, Micah. It’s slippery,’ I caution him.‘I’ll be fine,’ he smiles. ‘Can you see anywhere we can take cover?’ He asks.I look around, but the moonlight is shrouded by the dark clouds blocking any light. As a result, it’s pitch black all around me.‘I can’t see anything, no wolf remember?’‘Oh, yeah. Sorry, I sometimes forget you can’t see like the rest of us in the darkness.’Micah takes my hand, leading me to the ledge. He slides down onto the first boulder and reaches out to lift me down. Once we reach the third boulder, he sets me down. A loud crack of thunder strikes nearby. I scream, slip and fall.‘Lylah!’ Micah yells and reaches out to grab my arm, but it’s too late. I fall into darkness, slamming into boulders on my way down. When I’m finally still, I feel my entire body ache, stinging with pain.I groan in agony. A warm liquid trickles d
When I explained to my dad that I was covered in Mica’s slobber to help my wounds heal, the look on my dad’s face was classic. Except for the part where he dropped me when he realised he was touching Micah’s saliva. Thankfully with Micah's swift movements, he was able to catch me. My mother was so mad at dad that she even asked Sally for the frying pan. My Dad retreated quick-smart. My mother is the only person I have ever seen my father fear. Seeing him bolt inside the packhouse was hilarious.Micah carries me to my room and into the bathroom. My mother follows.‘I’ll come back later to check on you,’ Micah says and places a kiss on my forehead.‘Okay,’ I smile, happy knowing I will see him again today.Sally enters my room and prepares my bed and a fresh nighty, while Bella brings up a bowl of hot soup and buttered bread for me to eat.My mother helps me and unzips my hoodie. She frowns at the baldric I’m wearing and the shiny silver sheath inserted into it.‘Lylah, where did you ge
Once we finish breakfast, I take Micah’s hand and walk through the corridors and up the vast amount of steps until we reach the open terrace at the top of the North Tower.‘Practising spells?’ Micah guesses.‘Yep,’ I say.We sit together on the stone bench. Micah holds the book for me while I wave my wand repeating incantations and spells.‘Visionous Memorious!’ I say firmly, holding my wand.‘Tremendous Nebulus!’ I say, flicking the wand.Nothing but a natural cool breeze blows past my face.‘Focus, Lylah,’ I say.I face the small pot plant, pull my sleeves up, and wave my wand, ‘Lifto Levitatous,’ I repeat a few times in different tones.After an hour of failed attempts at casting spells, I sigh and turn to Micah, ‘Let’s do something else,’ I suggest.‘What do you want to do?’I tap my foot and look around in thought and an idea springs to life, ‘Catch me,’ I smile.‘Catch you?’ Micah says, confused.I shake my head yes, race from the open terrace back into the tower, and run down t
‘Lylah,’ Micah calls out.I wake as my name is being called. An alluring smell of Thyme and cedarwood drifts through my terrace and into my room. An overwhelming urge takes over my senses. I find myself subconsciously racing towards the terrace and clutching the stone rail. My body trembles with delight as I see Micah waiting eagerly below my balcony.Our eyes instantly meet, ‘Mate!’ we say in unison. It feels as if we are the only two people that suddenly exist. Just when I thought I couldn’t love Micah any more than I already do, my body explodes internally with vast feelings of overwhelming love. An urge to never be out of Micah’s sight, an urge to always be by his side, an urge to touch him, an urge to make sweet love to him.I feel a wholeness that I never knew needed filling. My heart beats rapidly as my eyes stare hungrily into Micah’s. As Micah steps forward to climb up my balcony, my body has other plans and cannot wait for another second, longing for Micah’s touch. I leap of
Chapter 44Micah lays on my bed and watches me as I pack my bag, placing a change of clothes and a torch on top. Then, noticing cake smeared on my hoodie, I laugh, pull it off, and toss it aside before grabbing a fresh one from my wardrobe and putting it on.‘Ready to go camping? It’s going to be nightfall soon, and we haven’t even left yet,’ Micah laughs.‘Yeah, well, it’s not my fault Dad had my party drag out all afternoon,’ I reply.‘Alpha Maximus was just so excited for you, for us, that we are fated mates. He was definitely making the most of it and was very proud to show us off. It was also a great party,’ Micah laughs.‘Yeah, I’ll admit it was lots of fun,’ I say, swinging the bag over my shoulder, ‘Ready?’ I ask.‘I’ll carry your sleeping bag. Do you want me to carry that bag too?’ Micah asks, pointing to the bag over my shoulder.‘Nah, I’m a big girl. I can carry this myself,’ I say and kiss his cheek.Micah smiles and nods then follows me downstairs to where we find everyon
The moon hides behind dark clouds. It’s pitch black, whichever direction I look. I can’t see anything. I can only feel Micah’s soft fur I have clenched tightly in my hands.‘Micah,’ I whisper as he gets down as low as possible. He looks around carefully and slowly as the creatures dash past us. Micah creeps backwards and begins to run in the opposite direction to the creatures. After a few minutes of running, we are further away from the campsite—Micah shifts and dresses.‘We will take the long way around, back to camp to avoid the creatures,’ he says.‘What were they? What did you see?’ I ask, panicked.‘I don’t know what they were. There were at least a dozen of them, maybe more. They were dark and fast. Faster than any werewolf I have seen.’‘What do you think they want?’ I ask.‘Death. That’s all I could smell on them, old blood, fresh blood, the flesh of many.’ Micah says. ‘I thought I saw… never mind,’ he says.‘Saw what? What did you see?’ I ask.Micah frowns as he makes eye co
My mother hovers her hands over Micah, crying, while my father squats down to be eye level with me, and he grabs my face.‘Who did this to him? What happened?’ He asks me. I can see the anger and heartbreak in his eyes.‘I couldn’t see them at first. Even Micah struggled to see them. He said they were so fast. Faster than werewolves and smelt of death. There were so many of them, Dad. There eyes…’ I say, and my hands begin to tremble.My dad takes my hands in his and holds them firmly to cease the shaking.‘Keep talking, Lylah. We need to know,’ he says,‘Their eyes were red like blood. I saw one. He was tall in a black cloak, and he was….’ I take a few moments, feeling dizzy. ‘He was drinking Micah’s blood and only let him go when I heard your howls. The others with him had already fled before I could get a look at them. Vampires did this. They did this to my mate,’ I say, bursting into tears again.Billy and Leo are vomiting in the bushes from the gory sight of Micah’s body. Nathan,
Chapter 47My mother lifts the torn shirt from over my head and gasps when she sees three deep claw marks across my back. I didn’t realise my back had been clawed through the fight. The doctor dabs the wounds with something cold and wet.I bite my bottom lip, ‘It stings,’ I cry.‘I’m sorry, Lylah, but we must clean it to prevent infection,’ Doctor Matlin says.I never felt the wound until he began cleaning it. The stinging becomes a horrible burning pain. I roll onto my side and hug myself, ‘Stop! It hurts too much,’ I cry.‘Doctor, let me try and heal some of her wounds,’ my mother says, stroking my hair.‘Of course, Luna,’ he says.She hovers her hands over me and says an incantation. The claw marks heal over but leave three long thick scars across my back. The inflammation in my ankle reduces by half, and some of the scrapes on my legs completely heal.‘I’ll need to rest for a while before I can conjure more healing powers,’ she says and kisses my forehead. ‘Kayla might have some r