Despite spending most of the day assuring Elijah that I’m fine, he remains reluctant to give the dust from this morning a chance to settle. Persistent in his conquest of earning my already given affection back, my mate patiently waits on me against my protest, dotingly directing all of his attention solely my way. After some time, Elijah eventually loosens up when his self-held grudge dissipates gradually—losing himself in the conversation as it flows effortlessly between us. Sensing his angst vanish, I settle down and relax within my mate’s company. Swept up by the unending list of topics waiting to be explored, we blissfully discuss all that comes to mind, uncaring of the world, while it passes us by in a pleasant blur. As if the novelty of my presence had yet to wear off on him, I watch while Elijah’s silver eyes glisten brightly each time I laugh or giggle in response to something he says—looking smitten with my returned adoration as he revels in our time alone. Consumed by Elijah’

A commotion of cars pulling up can be heard behind me as tyres screech to a halt but I don’t dare take my eyes off the rapidly unfolding scene in front of me. The crowd begins to whisper in the revelation of my connection to Elijah, their words clear as day as my hearing switches from one conversation to another, tuning in uncontrollably to the different discussions surrounding my identity and Elijah’s recently ended engagement. Gossiping and whispering like a hushed wave. “Call for back up Boss?” Dakotas voice sounds from behind me, gratefully welcomed with the escalating situation. I turn around quickly and watch her and a handful of large wolves stroll through the crowd, dispersing them in a terrifying panic as everyone begins to scuttle home not wanting to be caught in a disagreement with two rivalling Alpha’s and a sudden swarm of intimidating warriors. “Just in time, Dakota!” Elijah chuckles, shifting back into his human form and quickly putting on a pair of pa

“Will you calm yourself down, young lady! You look ridiculous!” Vincent growls exasperated at his flailing daughter. His foot start’s to tap impatiently on the pavement as he leans on his cane witnessing her lash out despite his angered plea.Aubrey continues to cause a scene, not at all concerned with his warning remaining caught up in the moment. Desperate kicks and punches are thrown at the amused boys as they easily escape her clumsy attempts of causing harm, laughing mockingly at the feeble attack, blocking her from getting too close to either Elijah or myself. “-I didn’t bring you along with me for you to go and make a fool out of me!” Vincent sneers at his daughter, authority riddled in his tone causing her to stop dead in her tracks. A defeated pout paints her face, reluctantly obeying her father’s stern orders and gradually coming to

By the time we reach the apartment my head feels forcibly weighed down as if it is being buried alive under the eruption of unravelling thoughts. I feel lost for words; speechless, unable to break free from my racing train of thought despite the burst of conversation flowing around me while we all settle into the warm living room after a long, chaotic day.I’m unsure of how to feel while the uncomfortable heavy beating of my heart continues to thump rapidly under my ribs making my stomach churn as I process the details of today’s unnerving events. Was it really him? Is my mind playing tricks on me?“Well, that went well,” Dakota jokes, taking off her coat. “Maybe we shouldn’t go out anymore?” she teases.“It could have been worse…” Mato snorts as he crashes onto the sofa with his sister trailing behind, “-it went better than

“I don’t understand how any of this is happening,” I groan in complaint to my wolf, my body flopping onto the bed with little effort feeling slightly overwhelmed. I roll over to face the ceiling; gazing numbly as I place my hand on my forehead, soothing the gentle throbbing in an attempt of easing the creeping pain beginning to breakthrough.          Truthfully, I have no idea. At this point, your guess is as good as mine.“I swear it was your voice! It sounded just like you,” I mutter confused; my mind fogging with doubt as I try to decipher whether there was any truth behind what I had encountered in my dream, questioning my memory as I ask one last time, “-are you sure it wasn’t you?”          Willow, I promise it wasn’t me! How