Elina The bell rings, signaling the end of class. I grab all my books, shove them in my bag, and rush to the door. “The last to arrive and t

                                                          Xavier I clench my fist as I walk away; that witch has some nerve. My mate? What a joke? My mate was prophesied. I am destined to be with Keira to rule with her by my side. Yet I cannot deny that I feel the need to protect the witch; my wolf form has claimed her. It forced me to run to her when she fainted today. "Silas," I call my wolf within. I know he is lurking in my consciousness, but he does not speak. "Silas, "I call again, but he remains silent. " Silas, I am your master; answer me!" "Yes," His voice finally sounds in my head. "The witch, why did you want me to protect her?" "She is your queen, my Luna, as apart of you as I am." I grit my teeth. What does he mean she is apart of me. "The witch is nothing

  Elina I scream from frustration before I trek back to school. Why has my life become so complicated? Why couldn’t I finish this year without weird dreams and angry hot boys? My face heats up as I remember falling on top of Xavier a couple of minutes ago. Our faces were so close, a little closer, and we would have... ok Elina, let's not think about that angry wolf. I need to figure out what our connection is and, more importantly, how to break it. In that dream this morning, he was there, and he remembers it, which means it’s more than a dream. Is he entering my thoughts? I know from werewolves' mates isn’t much, but I know they share a telepathic connection. However, that usually happens after the mate is identified on or after their eighteenth birthday. So even if I’m his mate, why would we be connected so early? I try to think of all the possible reasons, but nothing makes sense. I groan as I walk through the doors. He is right; I need to get my book

  Xavier I’m at home in the study; it was once my father's office when he was alive but has been collecting dust since his death. I am rummaging through books of werewolves history, hoping to find something recorded about bonds between witches and wolves. The need to go to her, to protect, keeps growing, but I don’t want it; I don’t want her. We must find a way to sever this bond. I grab the tenth book flipping through the pages, nothing. F**k, I toss the book across the room, my anger surging. That witch better figures this out. I run my hand through my hair before walking over to the book and picking it back up. Knock Knock Knock I sigh sharply before asking “Who is it?”My voice rolls through the room like thunder. The door opens slightly, Keira sticks her head in. “It’s me, babe; everything ok?” She opens the door and smiles and saunters over to me, thee wraps her arms around. “ Grrr Grrr,” Silas

****** Elina ******   I look down at my bleeding legs, which are covered in bite marks.  Pain simmers deep into each wound. I breathe heavily, looking for a way out; he’s been gone for five minutes. I need to get up; I need to leave before he returns and kills me.  I try to stand but immediately fall because my legs are too weak. I’m too weak.  “You pathetic thing.” My heart race as his voice pierces my eardrum like a knife. He appears before me smirking; my head hurts, the bite hurts, but the betrayal feels worse; he saved me multiple times. He said he had no reason to kill me, so why now? Did he find out something about our connection and want to get rid of me because of it? “Xavier, please...we’ll break the bond, I’ll break it, please don’t kill me.” I try to beg, but my cries don't seem to touch his heart. Instead, he laughs, a maniacal devilish laugh; why is he like this? Was he always like this? “You’r