It was in a werewolf’s genes to hunt. The urge was even more intense if they needed to give chase to their mate.
And although Aiden, next in line to be the alpha ultra, was usually a composed teenager who knew how to control himself, he had trouble handling his wolf at the moment.Run, little girl. Run, his wolf basically sang.Aiden could picture the wolfish grin all too well.Don’t, he tried to fight him. She’s scared.Even as he told him that mentally, his wolf started taking control of his body. His eyes stung as they went black and his fingernails elongated into claws.“I’m giving you a head start,” he sing-sang before chuckling, “make good use of it, little mate.”The next thing Aiden knew, he lost the fight, and he was hurrying down the white hallways of the pack’s clinic.He could hear her screaming for help. He then saw her almost begging, reaching out for someone at the door of another room… But what werewolf would dare touch what was his?
HAiden didn't know what to say. He was flabbergasted. How could Karen even think he had messed with her head?But then again, he did intend to do just that. She wasn't ready. She wasn't ready for him, or his world. And although he wanted to take the time to explain everything to her, he knew they were running out of it. Aiden looked at his wrist watch and sighed. Where was the eraser? "What are you sighing about?" Karen asked Had he had the luxury of time, he would have taken things slowly. As it was, she needed to be back at her home by night time. "It's nothing," he drawled. "Then when are you going to answer me?" She carried on. "Have you or have you not messed with my head?" "I have never," he said truthfully, his eyes boring into hers despite the distance. "Then what is the erasor for?" She asked in a strong voice. "You have to understand," he began. "It's not that I want it. It's what's n
As Karen pleaded with Aiden to let her keep her memories again, and as the witch whose name he didn’t even know approached her, he started to second guess himself and doubt gnawed at his insides.“Stop,” he commanded all of a sudden.The hope he saw shining in her eyes would have been enough to make ice melt, and yet his resolve to have her memories erased still peaked its head.The eraser turned his head his way, and looked at him with his eyebrow raised.“How about you cast a silencing spell or something?” He offered.Fear came back full force in her eyes.“And what is that?” She all but shrieked at him.“What do you want exactly?” The witch asked, his interest seemingly piqued, ignoring Karen's shriek completely.“I just don’t want her to reveal my secret to any human being. She’s welcome to say whatever the hell she wants with supernaturals.”She flashed a tentative smile at him. “Can’t you just trust me?”“I cannot,” he answered simply, shaking his
When Karen got home at around 7 pm, her dad was waiting for her in the living room – sober for once. His eyes narrowed at Aiden’s figure trailing behind her, hands lazily tucked into his hoodie’s pockets. Indeed, Aiden had insisted on going in with her. And she hadn’t had the courage to argue with him. Even though her dad wouldn’t appreciate his presence, she was much too scared of getting a beating worse than that of the previous night for going home late.“The school called to tell me you skipped, Karen,” he iced out as soon as she was within sight.She grimaced, remembering school all of a sudden. How could she have forgotten? She truly needed to do her best at school if she wanted to have a shot at leaving this town from hell.Okay, the town hadn’t done much to her in all fairness. It was her dad she was running away from… and admittedly the painful memories as well.“I wasn’t feeling well,&rd
Karen was quiet – too quiet – during the car ride. And Aiden didn’t like that. But no matter how much he tried to get her to talk to him, she didn’t open up. He could almost sense her sorrow and confusion. And he could damn well understand where her feelings came from. Thus, after a while, he stopped all attempts to lighten up the atmosphere, and opted for silence instead.He hurt for her.His heart ached for her.“You should just take me to Mason’s,” were the first words she uttered as she straightened up in her seat.Aiden hit the brakes so hard, she was propelled forward. His hand shot out to steady her, and he could thank both his werewolf reflexes and the seatbelt for his mate’s safety.“Mason’s?” He all but growled out the name.Should have ripped the boy to shreds the moment I saw him, his wolf said angrily.“Yeah, I’ll give you the directions,” she said off-
Aiden realized how hasty he had been when he called his mom in the evening. She told him she wished he would have called her before making such a decision – erasing his mate’s memories, that was.He knew he had acted rashly, but he had thought that his parents out of everyone would understand.After all, they knew how it went the last time he had shared his secret with a human friend – his only human friend back when he had been ten years old.The dumbfounded Tom had acted politely but his voice had held this hint of wariness that Aiden had just chosen to ignore.He shouldn’t have.And boy did the ten year old babble afterwards!Tom’s parents had come to tell Aiden’s parents that their child needed help if he believed so strongly in the existence of werewolves, and even worse viewed himself as one.His parents had berated him so much on his recklessness, and had had to use the service of an eraser to deal with th
Aiden had expected some kind of rejection from Karen. She was after all a strong-headed girl who didn't like relying on others. But he hadn't expected her to act as if he didn't exist altogether. Had she kept her memories of what had transpired, he would have understood. But she had no clue. She didn't know that he was a werewolf and she was his fated mate. Therefore, her behavior came as an unwelcomed surprise.His mom had told him she wished his mate would make him sweat and cry. Well, both options didn't seem that far away right at the moment. Karen was hell bent on ignoring him, and he was so confused, he no longer knew what was right and what was left.He didn't even know what he had done to warrant such a strong reaction. Or was it something her best friend, Mason, had told her when she had stayed at his place that day?He decided to confront the guy. It was the end of the school day, and Mason was heading out when Aiden came to stand before him."Hello," he gree
There was a sense of unease and excitement in the classroom that day. Karen’s classmates were whispering about the videos she would not have seen had it not been for Mason. Some were concerned, and others excited.They should be scared, she thought absentmindedly. This is no laughing matter.Indeed, weren’t vampires supposed to feed on blood – human blood? And what about werewolves, didn’t they turn into beasts each full moon? And don’t get her started on witches. Weren’t they wicked as they came?Okay, she didn’t think too highly of all three species. One ought to blame the tales for that.She had never met one of them after all.The teacher called for silence for the third time that period, and she snapped out of her thoughts.She looked ahead of her, and only just realized Aiden had skipped school.A part of her was relieved. She wouldn’t have to ignore him, and act as if every fiber of her being w
Contrarily to most kidnapped people – for despite what it might have looked like, this could only be an abduction – Karen didn’t feel as agitated as she should have.She was scared, sure, but she was also curious. She was absurdly curious as to why this stranger had taken a fancy to her, stalked her for weeks, before finally kidnapping her by casting some spell on her that rendered her mute and obedient.He only had to say some words in some foreign language to have her come sub-willingly with him. He could only be a warlock, or at least that was what she reasoned.But what did a warlock have to do with a human such as herself?Even if he called her Luna and pretended to know her, that didn’t explain much of anything.So, yes, she was scared of what might happen, of what the near future held for her. But she was also eager for some light, some explanation regarding the situation she was in. She stared at him, trying to etch his featur