My beeping phone wakes me up, and I blindly reach for it on the nightstand.I bring the phone up and my lashes pull apart to see Dane’s ID boldly written on its screen. I sit up and pick the call.“Hello, good morning, princess,” Dane’s radiant voice charges through the phone, causing my stomach to flutter in a good way.I rub my eyes. “Hello, Dane.”“I woke you up.” he now sounds withdrawn, probably rethinking his choice of calling at this time.“I don’t have work anymore. Instructions were to come in and clear our desk of belongings, so I hoped to at least sleep till 8 a.m.”“Then I’m sorry I woke you up. I just wanted to hear your voice before starting my day, and now I have. I can’t wait till I see you later.”It was Monday and unlike the past Mondays; I had no work or duties. So I can leave for the industry whenever I&

“You’re staring?” Dane speaks, his grey eyes lifting from the steak before him to lock in mine. I glance down at my stake. “I’m just curious. You said you would reveal more truth about yourself at dinner, but so far you haven’t said a word.” my confession comes with a small voice while I use the fork in my hand to toy with my stake. “I hoped we’d at least finish eating before diving into that?” his brow rises. “Oh,” I mutter, digging my fork further into the stake before lifting it and bringing it to my mouth. This would taste heavenly if the revelation I hope to hear from Dane soon did not already plague my mind. Nonetheless, I eat and get a little meat into my system. Last I check it helped keep up from going insane. “How’s your preparation for uni going?” he asks, after placing his fork and knife down beside the almost empty plate and picking up the glass of orange juice. “Very well, Caroline and I will be roo

At first, he struggles to get free, but seeing that ripping my hands out of its socket would be the only way to escape my hold; he gave into the hug and wrapped his chained arms around me.We stay that way, and I hear no sound or snap of his bones. However, instead of the snap and growl, I hear a soft howl and the skin of his body touching mine becomes hairier, and this makes me pull back to see him shifting. My heart double a beat and I try to pull back, but he grabs me by my hands and stays me in my position.My breathing is rigid from fear, but something in his glowing eyes tells me to not be afraid of this, of him.Right before my eyes, Dane transforms into a big black wolf bigger than anyone I’ve ever seen before, and his chains slip off him.The last time I was face to face with a wolf, he jumped me. That was Ken, and here I am face to face with a big and terrifying wolf and hoping he doesn’t rip me into shreds rig

Caroline and I make our way back from biotech class and we talk all the way through about the courses and lecturers while adjusting to the life of Uni. It's been almost a month since our resumption and so far adjustment to this life happened better than we expected and we both looked forward to meeting new people and making friends just as we hoped on keeping good grades.  Caroline had faced the dilemma of choosing their mate over their career and hearing her side of the tale told me I wasn't the only one who faced such.  She’s presently on the phone with Quinton, who complained about her choice of university. He had hoped she would also apply to Cambridge just like him so they could always be around each other, but she broke his heart when she told him her plans. He's still heartbroken about her choice.  One reason the Go Project even exists is to give people like us equal opportunities in life, but somehow our mates have a hard time understan

Three more minutes and it will be six p.m., making it three hours later than when Dane usually returned home since we’ve been at the cottage in the last few days. He had been on the search of the rebels in his pack. He told me we would be out before the end of the week this morning and that’s two days away. The full moon was tonight, and he needed to be with me, and nowhere else. He promised to come straight over when he was done with work and his search, but I haven’t seen him.  I lower my phone from my ear after the twentieth ring and Dane doesn’t answer.  What if something bad had happened to him?  What if he never returns? To say I’m worried is an understatement. I’m someone who’d stop calling after the second ring, but with everything happening, I have no control. I’m being crushed with worries and my nerves are raging and my heart pounding in my chest so loud can be heard from a mile away. A forceful knock comes to