Seeing the anger in me, Lyall raised his hands in the air in the direction of the front in denial while repeating "no, not at all. " That man said that while a small smile settled in the corner of his mouth, an expression that he maintained all that time and until eventually he indicated again "I leave that to Dominieck, he is an expert taster of blows that in a few words have marked your name or even Martin's. Dominieck, listening to him, was sorry, apparently those words had caused him discomfort, but he did not want to let her notice, more nevertheless almost continuously indicated. "Lyall stop bothering her, I don't know that you're going to end up condemning me to death and that's why I might not exactly receive hugs, kisses and chocolates," Dominieck reproved again with some obvious embarrassment. After that promulgating that between the two there arose a jocular moment for which I was evidently responsible, first of all such men seemed to laugh satisfied with each
"Something that will surely surprise you. " Dominieck began to pull me insistently, apparently it was nothing of absolute danger, but nevertheless I had my reservations "surely there is nothing to fear. " "Not at all, trust me. " Keeping myself immersed in the suspicion that all this causes, for a moment I refused his request a few more times because I was afraid of seeing something that was not to my fair liking there, but Dominieck insisted and insisted as he always did, until in the end I managed to convince myself and I had no choice but to accept. He took my hands as if I were some little child who is just beginning to take his first steps and still does not have enough confidence to be able to take them for fair independence, while he kept his back guiding me into that place, a place in which not very well received me with an unexpected company. "What! "i replied not very well I saw what all that secret was about, since on the desk next to the bed rested the mo
Hello my little children; my beloved son Dominieck and my beloved girl Emma who gave me the title of grandfather. So many years have passed since the last time my beloved and I saw them, that when I remember it it is difficult for me not to write these lines without having first shed a few tears as a result of the pain that memories cause me when they lash out against me, torturing me without any mercy. Such thoughts make this even more difficult, which in itself already is, so much so that it even forces me to question whether what my beloved Aerdmond and I did was the right thing and I am talking about having left them practically to their fate at the time, because I feel that without a doubt we could have fought even harder and freed them from much of this cruel torment, although that undoubtedly would have condemned us even faster to death. So, the truth is I am aware that, if this letter has reached your hands it means that we are no longer, Aerdmond and I have perished be
Surprises and more surprises are added to this chaotic story, which should not be worth the surprise redundancy for us because it is what has shone the most since we both met, so now with the appearance of this letter new problems are added that, although I do not want to accept it, it is evident that they will make the past come back to light to want to destroy the present. At the end of everything, reading the last words that were part of that delicate letter made a huge commotion form in our thoughts, it was first of all how that made me feel and it was logical to understand or even think that for whoever was next to me would undoubtedly feel much worse. Almost immediately when I took my eyes away from those pieces of paper I guided my eyes to where Dominieck was since I wanted to see his face because I needed to discover in him, that so much of what was written had affected him, because knowing about his father already dead through these lines I estimate was not the most ac
My life is a complete mess capable of driving even the sanest person crazy. I have no family, no homeland, much less a herd with which to live because everything was once taken away from me. I am a simple lonely woman, who travels from city to city creating stories with which I try to remember my existence. Hello I introduce myself, my name is Kreiger better known as Emma Robinson by humans and I am a product of the abominable relationship between my father an alpha, and my mother a human named Monit who died after bringing me to this cruel world. My childhood was quite brutal because the other members of the pack treated me like a pinball which I simply obeyed, I had no dignity, no right to speak and above all, I lacked my own identity, more of a doll without will simulate. I came to think that my tragic life would come to an end on the night of the twenty-seventh of January of two thousand and six when I was barely eight years old. Everything took
About two weeks ago I arrived in Belcier after traveling around the world for some years, time after grandparents Linsey and Eliot disappeared without leaving any clear reason, guided mostly by my recklessness. I came to Belcier a Friday in full beginning of the month of may, around two in the afternoon, I came alone because they knew no one and even worse they don't know anything so I had to learn how to use the sense of the orientation as a wolf I have but that usually doesn't do much in my quality of omega. The city in my full arrival was extremely hectic after the weekend being in its full start so all the establishments around were kept crowded. Everywhere you looked the accumulation of people was impressive, hotels, squares, parks, shopping centers, bars and restaurants, all completely full to their maximum capacity were maintained, fuss that worsened after the night arrived, so the truth I was very lucky to get a place to stay. The last permanent available
Uncle Martín had known the grandparents for a long time already, so I knew that his words were full of doubts and saturated with messages that were not entirely understandable to me at that moment. However, in my case, knowing him as well as I do despite the years we had already separated, first of all, I knew that in Lombardi his words carried a reason, just as his presence in our lives supposes. Although the truth thinking well the story of how the grandparents and he met is a bit like an action movie, it is even impossible for me not to tell it as it was made known to me by their people. One day the grandparents were prowling on the outskirts of the city in their animal form hiding in the fog and the low light that the craft provided, when in the distance while moving through the forest they came to observe how a pack of wolves chased a human boy who was fighting for his life in fear. Those after seeing such a disastrous event rushed to his aid thus managing to save
Today is a day like any other where loneliness at times torments me by noticing the absence of those I love since I don't have them close. There I have been standing for a while now next to the large sliding window of my office from which I am carefully observing how the courtyard of the Bastrii mansion my house is surrounded by loneliness and hopelessness. The large Bastrii residence is located in Belcier, close to the city center on a side where nature and the artificial coexist in close harmony. In a few words, it is nothing more and nothing less than a small strait of the forest that goes into the city and which provides an obvious feeling of privacy for the same in the middle of such a portion hidden from the view of curious passers-by that eccentric home is located. Some years have already passed since this house was taken over by the gloomy figure of death who seemed to dance with joy against its residents causing it to be abandoned. Both my life