The music appears to be fading away in the distance. As Rachel locked her gaze on his features, her heart beat like the strings of a guitar played by deft fingers. She doesn’t have any ideas what she’s going to do or if she’s going to confront him for leaving. What is he doing here? Is he here with someone? Had he forgotten all about her? Those were all the questions that raced through her mind when he saw Dylan. She finished the martini she ordered, paying a little heed to the scorching feeling that flowed down her throat, and paid the bartender the exact amount and followed him. However, she was not prepared for the abrupt eruption of a ruckus, which nearly knocked her to the ground. Lucky for her, she was shoved to the side and out of the way, allowing her to get a better perspective of what was going on around her. Rachel saw the girl in a pink dress, shouting at Dylan as he went to punch a guy in the face. Her mouth fell open, confused at the same. The guy was hauled out of the
Rachel let out a heavy sigh, rolling her eyes, she uncrossed her arms to divert her attention away from him. She seemed to be more interested on her boots, instead of focusing her attention on the dense tension growing between them. “Okay. Good talking to you. I’m probably drunk with my two glasses of martini. I’m fine. I don’t know what I’m talking about.” She said it in a careless tone, waving her hand and smiling at herself as if the whole show of bravado didn’t bother her in the slightest when in fact it wracks her up on the inside. “Goodbye.” She put a smile on her face and was about to walk away. However, a yelp suddenly tore through her lips when a tight grip clamped on her arms, pulling her with much force. “Hey...” Rachel lost her footing and tripped one foot on the other, her body twirling around, and the next thing she knew, a warm pair of lips covered hers. ***Dylan let out a throaty gasp as he realized that the velvety smoothness of her lips was precisely matched to
The next thing that happened was that Rachel’s feet were lifted off the ground before she even realized it and her soul almost sifted out from her. Nothing she could do was pound her fist into Dylan's back, slamming it as hard as she could while her vision swayed as he began to walk forward. She was about to walk away, turn her back on him, and be on her own path, yet this giant of a wolf man is persistent and won't be taking no for an answer. “Damn you, Dylan! Put me down!” She yelled, continuing to rain down her fist on his back. Hence Dylan seems to be unfazed by it and only releases a deep chuckle from his chest that causes his shoulders to quiver in response, jerking her along with the movement. “Didn't I tell you, either you are with me or I'll carry your ass back to my car...You opted for the latter.” He chuckled as he spanked her bottoms with his enormous hands, completely taking her by surprise. “Hey! Why would you do that?” She sneered, arching her back by pushing herself
They have arrived in the mansion. Rachel was surprised that Dylan had taken her directly in his place rather than to hers. She looks about like a fish out of water, her eyes big as saucers as she marvels at the place. The incredible lighting fixtures reflected on her eyes. She also noticed that despite the extravagance, its modern touches, the tall, wide, and shiny panes that would welcome and greet the morning ray of sun every day. The coral white painted rock walls, with their colors seasoned by time, seemed to belong exactly where they were, as if they had sprouted directly from the hallowed earth itself. It appears that the mansion was constructed before her great grandparents were even born. Dylan admitted his age to her, and it won’t be surprising that he had this place constructed centuries ago. For a fleeting moment, she even wondered if this place could also be considered as hunted as well, just like she had seen on a most old house that was built before the war. What was Dy
It was already too late for her to take back the words she had said as Dylan didn’t squander any second to pass on and shut the space among them and slammed his mouth on hers. Gradually, enthusiastically kissing her. The low snarl from his throat debilitated her knees and caused her to depend entirely on his strength so that she would not collapse on the floor. Not that she minds at all. Finally, Rachel let go of all of her apprehensions, her worry, and forgot everything that was holding her down, and kissed him back. The time seems to slow down around them. The world began to slip away. So unexpected, yet deep down, she knew this was going to happen. So hot. The heat of his touch burned through her body like a fire on her flesh, scorching her skin. So perfect. He was perfect. Their mouths were flawlessly formed against one other as if they had been created perfectly by the sky above. Rachel has never received a kiss like this before in her life. She had no idea what to anticipa
Somewhere in the mountain lands on the 14th century..... On the crest of a mountain, a small village inhabited by a group of extraordinary people who can transform into enormous wolves. They referred to their small community as a “pack,” which is led by an “alpha” chief. The majority of their dwellings were constructed entirely of straw, hay, and wood. A massive fire blazes in the dead of night, rapidly consuming highly flammable materials down into ashes. Frantic shouting and wailing drown by the ferocious crackling of the burgeoning massive fire. Few men attempted to extinguish it with a wooden bucket filled with water, but their efforts were fruitless, as the angry fire had consumed nearly half of the small hut. The door collapses with a loud groaned, revealing from the inside of the burning hut a slump of a man that is started to stir into awake. “Murderer!” Dylan woke up by the screams of voices surrounding him. The crackling of fire sounds deafening on his ear and a palpab
The year 2021, Present Day.......... In the distance, the gloomy sky was rolling above her as she kneeled over the freshly dug wet dirt. The rain is pelting down in torrents, lashing against her back with ferocity. It’s bitterly cold outside, but that doesn’t seem to bother her as the pain in her heart appears to overpower all other emotions. It has only been a day since they arrive in Bunga. The rest of the refugees who boarded with Lockheed C130 Hercules plane came from the east of Azran. They fled since the communist group had taken control of their country and the government had abandoned its people, leaving them to fend for themselves in the face of overwhelming odds. Rachel and her sickly senior citizen mother were fortunate enough to take the military aircraft as the forces of neighboring countries withdrew their connections with Azrans. It all happened far too quickly. They were only eating their breakfast while watching the news on television, which was reporting on the t
At the tallest building in Bunga City............ Behind the chromic steel spacious desk, beyond the stack of documented papers, stood an imposing man dressed impeccably in a tight charcoal suit that stretches with every movement. Dylan stared to his reflection at the floor-to-ceiling glass windowsill, giving him a full panoramic display of the washed-out blue sky above him and the entire bustling city below. Prominent skyscrapers compete with one another to reach his level, but none have succeeded in surpassing what he had built for centuries. Even after all the years he had spent here in Bunga, the memories of his past still burn in his head like they happened yesterday. The death of his mate, Laura, her smiling face, and her harrowing death. His son, Myro, was still so young when it happened, a pure life that was taken too early. Though he was looking at the sight that stretched ahead of him, his mind flew back towards the memories that haunted him every single day. He can’t eas