The floor scraps the skin on my knees as I skid to a stop, grabbing my father in my arms and holding him against my chest. I am quickly drenched in his blood as I rock him back-and-forth sobbing uncontrollably knowing even for a vampire he can’t be helped, then a thought crosses my mind remembering I am now a hybrid and might save my father’s life.
Throwing the last shovel full of dirt over my father’s body I wipe the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand then toss the shovel to the side, taking a seat on the ground and place a large rock for his headstone. The house has been abandoned all this time, and it was our family home this is where he needs to be.
Maverick looks at me with his mouth gaped open. “Um, what? I thought he was dead” He stares between the both of us, baffled.My gaze stays on Ezra. “Me too” I replied with the same stupid look on my face.“Hello,” The man before us smiles wide.My body moves forward against my will. “How are you alive?” I whisper in a daze as I reach out to touch my brother’s face to make sure I’m not dreaming.“My name is Corbin” He holds his hand out for me to shake.I look at him confused. “Corbin? How do you look like my brother?” My eyes darted around perplexed before shaking his hand.
After the plane landed, we rushed to the hospital. Corbin accompanied us as well. As we entered the hospital entrance, I held onto Maverick’s hand tight with his palms sweaty and his body tense. I glance over at him. “I’m here. We will get through this together.” I said, squeezing his hand with reassurance. Maverick gave me a slight smile as he looked down at me. “I know,” He whispered. The stress radiated off him. I stop Maverick, forcing him to face me. “Hey, try to calm down because if we walk in there with you looking like this, it’s going to put more stress on your mom. We know nothing yet, so we need to be positive right now,” I tell him, caressing his chiseled jawline. Maverick leaned into my touch, closing his eyes. And when he reopene
(words in Prentiss is the translation) It’s 1922 in Aalst, Belgium. I just turned eighteen only days ago, and I am enjoying the freedoms of being an adult. After having a night with my friends, I walk home in the fresh night air. As I turn onto the street to my family home, I hear some noise in the bushes. I turn to check it out. “Hallo? Is daar iemand?” (Hello? Is someone there?) I caution, my eyes widen with fear. I pick up my walking pace when two men step out from the bush, stopping me. My eyes dart around, looking for someone to help, but I am all alone. “Hey, beautiful,” One of the men says with wondering eyes. I look at the men, confused. “Ben je verdwaald?” (Are you lost?) I ask, looking at them. “Sorry ik spreek geen Engels” (I’m sorry I do not speak English) I try to explain. “She is a local. She doesn’t understand us,” The man says, while the other man steps towards me. I back away slowly. “Wat wil je?” (What do you want?) I ask, looking between the two men as my hands t
I Straddle the stranger throwing punches. “You let that killer getaway, and now he has killed again,” I hiss, throwing a punch towards his face, but he catches it with his hand. “STOP!” He shouts, shoving me off him.“You have 5 seconds to tell me how you found me and why you are here?!” I snap, glaring at him. “Well, for starters, I’m a wolf so I can follow your scent genius, and I am here because I want to help you catch this guy,” He answers, standing from the floor.“Not just no, but hell no! I work alone,” I declare. “I am helping you. That 15-year-old girl was from my pack.” He announces not able to look me in the eyes, my expression softens and sigh. “Fine, you can come along, but I make the calls. I tell him sternly. He nods in agreement.I hold my hand out, “I’m Sloan” He hesitates for a moment then grabs it fir
Maverick has his toned body pressed against mine. He brings his hand to cup my face, and it’s like a switch turned on in my head, and I realized what I was doing. I swat his hand away and shove him off me.“What the hell!” I hiss and stand, gripping my towel. “I’m sorry,” He says with an expression of hurt. I turn to go back to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. I put my clothes on and brushing my teeth.Once I finish, I come out, and Maverick is gone. I look around the room, confused. I am about to go out the door to see where he went when my phone pings to let me know I have a text. I walk to my bag and grab it.Daniel: “Hey, sweetie, I have some bad news. Drake has kidnapped a young girl so far. We think she is still alive, but we need to find him.”Sloan: “where is his last location?”Daniel: “The girl was taken from Albany this afternoon.”
I find myself staring at a man’s chest. I can smell the leather from his jacket. I bring my eyes up to see him staring down at me with a not so lovely expression. He snatches me up by my throat. “You’re pretty,” He smiles. I swing my foot nailing him right in the groin. He drops me. I land on my feet, not giving him the time to regain his composure. I flip my body, bringing a kick right to his chin, knocking him flat on his back.Not taking him long to get up. He rushes, leaping onto me. We both go flying off the balcony, hitting the ground. A cloud of dust surrounds us. He stands quick, grabbing me by my hair and dragging me towards the entrance. “The boss will like you.” He grins. I start swinging, but my arms are too short of reaching his body. Before he gets the entrance, he is tackled to the ground letting go of his grasp on my hair, and I am pushed away from them.Standing quickly, I run over to see
Maverick has his arms wrapped around my waist tight, holding me close to his sculpted chest and his lips connect to mine, and it’s like a burst of energy surges through me. Not once in all my centuries of being on this earth have I ever kissed a man willingly. ‘Sloan, what the hell are you doing? he is a wolf,’ My conscience screams.Pulling away abruptly, I stare at Maverick with confusion and narrow my eyes. “What the fuck was that?” I hiss, backing away. He reaches out to me. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” He says apologetically. I slap his hand away. “Don’t touch me,” I say in a harsh tone, turning to open my door when he grabs my wrist. ‘I have had enough of this wolf. I don’t know what he expects from me. We are enemies,’ I think as I spun around and sucker-punched him in the jaw with all my vamp power, knocking him off my porch. &ldquo