I wake up with my head throbbing and a wolf whimpering for it to stop. I wish I could get it to stop too bud… Groaning I sit up, looking over at Felix. He was still dead to the world.
I needed water. Definitely need some water.
“Do you think it’s possible to have two mates?”Chase looks at me as if I had just turned purple and sprouted wings. He started to open his mouth to say something but someone beat him to it.
In the end she had chosen him. Like I had feared. Yet, I didn’t really mind. It never truly felt right with her. I know we were mates. Our wolves and bodies knew that. But also, somewhere with her – she felt more drawn to another. And maybe the existence of two mates seemed impossible but squirrel… squirrel
They say that when a werewolf finds their mate, they will be able to identify him from miles away. It comes at an instant. One minute you will still be falling through trees and the next you’ll be faced with him. You’ll be face with the dark hair, the perfect sculptured face. Everything will be perfect.
Trudging through the woods, I try and recollect my thoughts. This had to happen. It’s only right that it happened. I wasn’t her mate. I should have known that from the beginning. Throughout the whole process I had known we weren’t destined to be. Yet – I still felt anger and hurt bubbling inside of me. I let out an eternal growl, sick of feelin
The words makes my wolf howl once again in my head, letting a thudding sensation build up. Felix’s hand slides off of my chin and wraps itself in my own hand, giving it a light squeeze. Our hands fit together like perfect puzzle pieces. He guides me out of the woods, moving slowly and continuously making sure I wasn’t hurt anywhere.
The vision was foggy, yet I could immediately identify who it was. I’d be able to identify her even if I was dead. Which I probably was because there’s no way she was with me right now. I could only see her face, it like an angel. She was lightly smiling, the image making it easier to bear that I had lost her. As if that had been a trigger, it started to f
Once we part from my parents we head to the woods, me instantly relaxing a bit more. Thought that probably only lasted for five minutes. “Can I ask you something?” Felix squeezes my hand, letting shivers once again roam up my arm. I nod, glancing at him through my curls. His eyebrows are knitted together and he
Standing with a gaze that can only be described as Elsa can’t control her powers again (Frozen), stands the ice princess of the Moonlight pack. Princess suits her perfectly. She’s straightened her hair once again and is wearing a pair of shorts and a simple tank top in a way you’d think it was designed for the runway. Her arms are folded and the Elsa-stare is directed at me.