HARLOW COULDN'T MOVE, 'Because he took what was mine.' Kane's words seem to reside within her mind; they seemed to hold a heavy meaning, a meaning she couldn't quite pinpoint, and she couldn't help but wonder what Michael had done? It didn't come as a surprise to her if he had killed something that Kane truly valued, cared about, but why would he do that to his brother? None of this made any sense.  The moon shone bright and nearly complete in the sky, its radiance giving the forest an ethereal glow. These woods were ordinarily dark, but the silvery light defined everything, making the winding path through the undergrowth visible. However, Nothing seemed to shine the light on Michael's doing.  Truthfully, Harlow felt so much darkness. It was like Michael had dug a hole for her, a hole she couldn't find a solution to digging out of it, and at this moment, she felt like she was drowning. The darkness she had seen herself in when she

PAIN... That was all Harlow could feel. Her body ached from any slight movements she made, while her head felt like it was going to burst. What happened to her?  Fluttering her eyes open, she studied her surroundings carefully. It looked like she was in some cell. When her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she realised that she was correct with her sudden assumptions. She was in prison...a cell, to be exact. Iron bars that seemed rusty and old blocked her only way of escaping; it was the only thing that remained in the way at this moment.   Harlow sniffed the air knowing instantly that she was in Michael's territory. They had locked her up down here for God knows how long, and now she was awake to meet complete darkness and slicing silence. Could her life get any worse than this? Sighing, her body slumped against the cold wall bringing her feet closer to her, but she was scared; n

THERE WERE MANY WAYS HARLOW HAD PICTURED HER MOTHER'S REACTION WHEN SHE DISTINGUISHED THE FACT THAT SHE HAD RAN AWAY, and ultimately failed to follow her instructions of resting.   For example, she pictured her yelling at the top of her lungs with everyone at the hospital to witness everything. She had pictured her to ground her for life, which she did, but not without letting her know how disappointed she was in her, while also explaining the rules she had to follow to keep herself safe.   However, Harlow had never in a million years except for her and the Beta reacting in the way they did. After the yelling and shouting, the Beta of her current Pack had thought it would be a good idea if someone kept a close watch on her for a while. When the words left his mouth, she couldn't breathe. The thought of someone watching her every move was suffocating and downright rigidulous, but that wasn't the worst part of this whole thing because the pers

"MATT, WHERE ARE WE GOING?" Harlow asked for the millionth time. Deep down, Harlow felt curious; it struck a great need to know where he could take her? He held her hand as he guided her through the depths of the forest. She had lost count of the trees that had pasted them by as they swizzed through the forest.     "You'll see." He said. Harlow couldn't help be feel something ignite inside her, a warm fuzzy feeling she had never really felt before. Matt's secrecy was more alluring than anything she had experienced before.      "You have been saying that for the past hour." She whined.   Harlow couldn't help but notice the fleeting sun; it had begun to set; it was getting late as the sun was beginning to lower, taking its light away from them. She watched as the shadows formed around them, taking distorted shapes.    Laughter caught her attention; Matt's laugh made her refocus her

HARLOW WAS FROZEN, only to watch Michael sitting up and bring his feet to the ground, so he was sitting on the edge of the bed while she just stood there, rooted to the spot. Harlow didn't know what to expect at this point, what she was supposed to do in a situation like this? She was aiming to avoid him like the plague; yes, she didn't do an excellent job at it, but how was she supposed to avoid him when he could be everywhere. It wasn't her fault. Harlow cursed the Gods above, yet, it seemed they weren't playing any games. Her thoughts were clouded with hundreds of questions, but the only one she managed to utter was, "How did you get in..." But she didn't even manage to complete it when his eyes landed on the answer, an open window. Did she leave it open? Even if she didn't, she was pretty sure a closed window wouldn't be able to stop Michael from assessing her room. 'Gaddamn him.' The side of his