I’m unable to scream in horror like the frantic crowd behind me; my mouth refusing to open as I find that my words have deserted me alongside any ounce of courage I may have recently contained, motionless as I process the malicious warning undoubtfully haunting the restless room as well as myself. My heartbeat throbs heavily as I remain speechless; it's beat loud and irregular as it hammers against my chest but despite its ferociousness, I can barely hear it, for my mind remains clouded by the terror beginning to creep in. A feeling of dread crawls up from the pit of my unsettled stomach; my flight responses kicking in as my heart rate continues to quicken, adrenaline coursing through my veins ordering every muscle in my body to run, screaming for me to flee, but I remained frozen. A statue embedded into the ground as if the floor and my feet were one.A sharp chill runs through my body; my small frame shuddering in response as the venomous words of the unseen creature

Almost as if time were frozen, everything felt like it had stopped around me. My eyes bulge wide as they lock on to my newfound target; the shadowed figure becoming my sole focus while my surroundings disappear one by one, meaningless as I slip into my petrified trance. I feel my body begin to shake erratically; unable to do anything other than stare back at the hooded figure menacingly greeting me, shuddering as I fight the outpour of burning tears welling at the corner of my stinging eyes.          How did he find us? Get Raven and get out of here, Willow! It’s not safe!Despite my wolfs encouragement to scream for Raven I find that my words fall short; breathless murmurs escaping me in place of wanted desperate calls, falling victim to the paralysing fear as it begins to smother me in its unwelcomed darkness. My chest begins to quickly tighten as the creeping fear grips me within its hold;

I feel a sense of numbness lingering within me as my unrested eyes begin to flutter; exhaustion still weighing over me as if it were a dark cloud, consuming me as I try to wake from my slumber.  The ambient glow of the brightening room breaks through the darkness of my shut eyes while I begin to gently stir after a sleepless night. I fight the urge to drift back off to sleep despite my body's demands; clutching the warm duvet to my chest as I lay on my side, unravelling myself from the cocooned sheets while I wiggle around dozily.I lift my heavy head from the comfort of my bed; the gentle buzzing within my ears slowly fading when I notice excited conversations erupting from outside the confinement of my still room, spread throughout the lively apartment contagiously. I throw myself back down; pressing my face into the soft bedding as I listen to the frantic commotion breaking through the closed bedroom door, sparking my curiosity and convincing me to get up.I ro

My head tilts as I look back at my excited mate while he anticipates my response; a wide grin still decorating his angelic face as he patiently waits for my answer, unaware of the panic building within my frozen body. I feel a powerful concoction of emotions stir from inside of me; an overwhelming tidal wave growing, formed by fear and doubt as they crash against one another. I allow the worry to take root, weakly submitting to its force as it consumes my clouding mind while the weight of Elijah’s request begins to gather on my trembling shoulders.“Huh?” I finally manage to murmur as my jaw gapes wide, unsure whether or not I had heard Elijah correctly.A soft rolling chuckle bursts from my mate's enticing lips; invitingly filling the air around us as he watches me fidget under his unshifting stare, “I want you to be my Luna, Willow,” he repeats warmly.          “Did h

I follow Marie as we get lost in the maze-like house; unsure of where to go while we blindly try to navigate our way through the unfamiliar layout, managing to stumble upon every room apart from the kitchen itself. After closing another incorrect door behind us, we wander back through into the still corridor feeling none the wiser as to where we need to go. We struggle to stay quiet; spluttering into our clasped hands as they smother our crumpled faces, trying to console the uncontrollable fits of laughter erupting between us. Despite our best attempts of remaining silent, we fail miserably at our task at hand while attempting to creep around the confines of the large slumbering home, uncertain as to whether or not we have disturbed anyone within the sleeping household.When we eventually find our destination, I set about busying myself while Marie explores each cabinet and drawer in sight with a burning intrigue sprawled curiously across her face, mesmerised by the different