Chapter 27 Deathly Blast

Samantha

The next day was slow. None of us was thrilled about the day. Alex and I spent the entire morning in each other's arms. I had no appetite although what I had done had left me completely weak. I didn't want Alex to know, so I pretended I was okay. My vision was a bit blurry. Helena had let me know it was part of the effect. I was a young wolf, and soul sharing was usually done after claiming so we could draw on each other's strengths. I couldn't draw strength from Alex even if he claimed me because Spirit wolfs don't mate with Werewolves. Mine would be the first-ever, and so, I had no clue how our bond would work. Alex couldn't mark me until I was twenty-one years old according to werewolves laws. I couldn't tell him to do otherwise because they believed I was a werewolf. As things were, I might be too weak for him to claim me for now, and I did not know the effect his claim would have on me. These were uncharted grounds, and I had to be careful.

There was a knock on the door