Nora Connolly

Eleven

Nora Connolly

Nora couldn’t remember the last time that she was angry. Over the years, she had become numb to it. Maybe because she was angry all of the time. It was hard not to be when you had one, constant thought in your mind.

My parents were killed.

She did think about other things. But it was always there, in the back, where it shouldn’t have been. And for some strange reason, the universe thought that it was funny to pair her up with a werewolf. One of the monsters that had killed her parents in the first place.

Although, was it?

Maybe the universe had paired her up with a werewolf to keep her safe from the rogue wolf that wanted her dead. She had no idea. All she knew was that she was in The Stellarum, a place filled with them, and it was also the last place she thought she would be. She was also helplessly lost.

“Need help finding your way?”

Nora jumped at the sound of Aion’s voice. He stood behind her, his arms crossed over his chest. “Oh. Hi. Come to drag me back to