Zachary was dead and I truthfully had no idea how I felt about that. In accordance with Pack law he had been executed for his crimes, with Max as his executioner. As a victim of his, and man I hated that word, I'd had the right to watch him die. I'd declined. I had no desire to see a man killed, and I really didn't want to see my boyfriend in the role of killer.
6 months later Life with Max was...interesting. Good interesting, but never predictable. And I loved every second of it. Who knew that one of the missing pieces in my life was an arrogant, cocky, hot as sin werewolf? Letting down my guard and letting Max, and everything that came with him, in was a decision that I had never regretted. "I still can't believe Jonas has a guest house and I never knew about it." Huffing, I dropped the heavy box to the floor, glad it was one of te last. Unpacking was going to be a nightmare. "Not sure he thought you'd be interested, babe." Max waltzed in, a box under each muscled arm, not an ounce of strain on his face. "It works out well for us though." He was right. After month of long conversations and beggin on Max's part, altough he'd deny it, I'd agreed to move in together. I'd actually been ready a
Life is all about choices. As humans we absolutely depend on our right to choose how we live our lives. We are the masters of our own fate and no one has the right to take this away. Choices and rights, the things we are all obsessed with.
Death was standing in front of me. I had no doubt that this was the night I was going to die; in an empty park with freezing rain just starting to fall. My nothing-special life was going to end in a way I would never in a million years have seen coming. A nothing-special death sounded so much better right then.
5 years laterLocking up the diner was still a less than favourite job, not least because of the bad memory associations
"So Maggs, got any plans for tonight? Are you finally going to let me take you out on the town?" Cameron, one of the diner cooks, placed my order at the window and offered me a hopeful look.
"Hey a guy just asked to be seated in your section. I put him in the booth since it's quiet.""Thanks
"Guess who?" Large hands covered my eyes. My heart racing, I instinctively spun and hit my attacker square in the chest with all my strength. I was rewarded with a grunt of surprise as the person holding me flew backwards.
Tension was thick in the air. Breathing was proving to be a challenge and the urge to run and hide in the darkest corner of the house was strong. My white-knuckled hands gripped the arm-rests to try and stop me fleeing in fear.