I can’t remember the last time I fell asleep and didn’t dream about my mother. Every night it’s always the same dream; the night she died. The coldness of her body and her pale features are forever engraved in my mind.Waking up, I felt almost empty inside. I only remembered bits and pieces of the night before and the slight stinging of a headache told me why the night was fuzzy.My “father” had kicked me out of Ironclaw. Not that I cared. It’s not like I was ever planning on returning anyways, but the thought of not being able to return to the place my mother died, wounded.Sitting up in bed, I looked around the dimly lit room; the faint light of the sunlight appeared through the wood-paneled window on the far side of the room. I was in a rustic bedroom with walls that were made of dark meadow wood, matching the hardwood floors. In the center of the room lay a maroon rug with swirls of red and white, which matched the drapes on the window and the maroon comforter that laid on top of m
She said yes. She actually said yes. Jonathan stood outside, allowing the warmth of the sunlight to soak through his thick skin. The wolf inside of him was itching to come out. As he transformed into his golden-red being, he stretched out his back and allowed the beast inside of him to breakthrough. His teeth were sharp enough to bite through the toughest metal; his fur was thick with claws that were still stained from the flesh he tore through not long ago.His speed quickened as he lunged through the enclosed woods that surrounded his town. He could hear the water from the stream miles away and the animals that bathed in that very stream. His hunger only grew more intense the closer he got. Birds flew away in terror as he ran past them; his strength creating earthquakes as he moved.He felt free.He heard the crying of the deer that laid out in front of him; biting through the flesh and allowing the warm sweetness of the deer to feed his hunger.He knew he was going to need more f
I wasn’t sure what to expect. This whole ordeal was weird for me. The ring that fit my finger so perfectly, displayed for everyone to see it on my hand, felt heavy.I had no idea how to be a luna; I had no idea what Jonathan expected from me, but I feared I would never be able to live up to his expectations. Out of all the beautiful werewolves, how is it that I was the one chosen to be his mate?Staring at him, I could feel the heat of my body rising and my heart growing heavy. He entwined his lean fingers through mine and held onto them firmly as we stood in his mother, Jess’s, kitchen.She had a rustic quartz countertop with food scattered across it. I could tell she had gone hunting that morning in preparation for dinner that night. She wanted to celebrate our upcoming marriage as a family to be.As we ate, we spoke a lot about wedding preparations. But it all felt like a foreign language to me. Jonathan wants to take me wedding dress shopping, Jess wants to cook all the food. I sat
Sabrebite was a charming contemporary town of different shades of grey bricks and modern paved roads. The sidewalks were made of cobblestone that led to the town’s center where we stood. Surrounding us were high-rise buildings.The warm mist of the air tickled my features as the scent of freshly baked bread, from the nearby bakery, made its way through my senses. I could hear the chatter of the town and the giggling of those that swarmed through the busy streets.A small hole-in-wall shop sat at the back end of the town’s center. On display, in the window, were the most gorgeous wedding gowns I’ve ever seen. One was made of white feathers, a formfitting gown that expanded towards the bottom reminding me of a swan spreading its wings. Another dress was gold, accented with white pearls that expanded and grew larger towards the bottom of the fabric.The light dinging of the bell, as we entered the shop, alerting a small, figured woman sitting at her sewing machine. She had her dark hair p
The wedding was simple, which is exactly what I wanted. It was held in the gardens of Sabrebite, overlooking the changing colors of the autumn leaves. The full moon was at the peak of the sky, shining its essence on the events taking place below. Leaves of reds and oranges were scattered across the cobblestone walkway and crunched under my bare toes as I walked down the aisle.The crisp air danced around my features and sent a chill through my body. At that moment, I wished more than ever that my mother could have been there. It felt almost wrong to have a wedding without her presence. Though at the same time, the way the air had splashes of warmth as the wind picked up, allowing for the leaves to circulate around my feet as I walked, I knew it was my mother walking with me. I could feel the love she brought to me on this very day. The same love that danced in the eyes of Jonathan as he watched me carry myself to him.I held the bouquet in my hands tightly; my fingers trembling with ne
I stared at my computer nervously. I had Marian’s name typed in the “TO” section of my emails with a couple of attachments of my artwork. I don’t know what’s been keeping me from sending them to her. I know I’m more than capable of landing this job on my own. Jonathan’s offer of helping me get the job was tempting.I met Marian briefly at our wedding; she was a beautiful woman. She’s married to Jonathan’s friend, Anderson, who was also one of Jonathan’s best-man. The memory of the wedding ceremony brought a sense of comfort to me as the events continued to play in my mind.It’s only been a week since the wedding; everything seemed to be moving so fast. I know Jonathan only wants what’s best for me, which is why he offered to speak with Marian on my behalf. Everybody in Sabrebite respected him and a lot of other packs valued him as well. Jonathan was the kind of guy that can make friends easily wherever he went.I always admired that about him.I told Jonathan this was something I wante
“I have an important assignment for you,” Marian said, approaching my desk. “One of my photographers isn’t feeling well. So, I need you to go to Onyxfang and take some photos of the ethnic werewolves. They have a workshop you can take the photos in.”Onyxfang? I had never been to Onyxfang before. The only thing I knew about that pack was that Erick, a good friend of Jonathan’s, was the Alpha. Despite them being friends, Jonathan had always told me that Onyxfang wasn’t the place for a young wolf and said to never go there alone.I couldn’t have heard her correctly. Why would she want me to go there? “Is there an issue?” Marian asked; she didn’t wait around for me to answer. She spun on her heel and began walking back towards her office.Then again if I successfully pull this assignment off Marian would trust me with other big assignments. I could finally prove myself to her and the others. It would show them that even though I’m young, I am very capable.“No, of course not. When would
I couldn’t hide my anger. I was angry at the fact that he was being so secretive about this Dorie person. When I entered his office earlier that day, he was on the phone with her but then hung up once I showed up. Now at Onyxfang, he comes face to face with her and he blocks me from their link so I couldn’t hear their conversation.The more I thought about it the angrier it made me. However, I knew he was also angry, and I didn’t want to make things worse.“How could you go to Onyxfang alone?” He barked as soon as we got back home. “I told you, it was for work,” I muttered. “How did you even know I was there?” “It’s not important,” Jonathan shot back.“Were you spying on me?” I asked, disbelief in my tone.“I’m trying to protect you, Arina,” Jonathan argued.“I didn’t think you had to spy on me to protect me,” I told him, folding my arms across my chest. “Do you not trust me?”“It has nothing to do with trust. If I wasn’t there, do you know what Dorie would have done?” He asked. His