Hayley’s POV
I think I’ve never screamed this much in my life as Hail drop decided to rip me open. I was clutching Liam’s hand, probably having broken it if it wasn’t for him being a werewolf and what not. My doctor kept yelling me to push while the dumb-witted dad kept telling me to breath. I swear if I wasn’t screaming and gritting my teeth so much, I would lecture them both about how PAIN made breathing and pushing a bit bloody harder.
Yet, I did
Hayley’s POV3 months laterI placed Audrey in her little stroller, she finally having fallen asleep after drinking my body weight in milk. I sighed, wrapping my jacket around me. A year ago, this little inkling had been made and I couldn’t be happier. I heard a cough and turned around, seeing Liam standing a few steps away. The sun was glinting behind him and well, it irritated me to
Liam’s POV“Hayley! Hailstorm!” I slid towards her, on my knees, tears somehow having clustered together and were now spilling down my cheek. I have never shifted so fast in my life and I could still feel my tail bone shortening as I fell onto my mate. There she was, lying with a shallow breath in a pool of her own blood. No, no, I
It was a small pup that ran into the woods, the white fur glistening in the moonlight and the bright red eyes filled with excitement. It was yapping, its tail overeagerly waving the moon hello. Behind it was the howls and happy barks of probably parents, making their way to their child. It was the baby’s first time to shift and it’s last till eighteen. Her parents had given her some distance. Thought not too much. But far too little. Because, well, they never came to her. Instead of finding their beloved daughter, the
Hailstorm’s POVI crashed onto the wall, feeling his mouth assaulting my own and whilst his teeth clasped onto my bottom lip, I felt as if my brain had just entered a tornado. Or maybe that was just the heavy doses of alcohol I had consumed throughout the night. I opened my mouth, letting his tongue battle mine in a beautiful glorious fight, letting his explore every nook and cranny of my numbed mouth. His hands wrapped around my ass, squeezing the skin which urged me to wrap my legs around his waist, combing my fingers through his hair. His mouth slowly moved away from mine, making me whimper in protest.
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Lace’s POVI reached the front door, laughter of relief coming through. We had made it. We were safe. Thank the stars we were safe. “We made it!” I giggled, turning towards my friends. Friend. Kira looked at me, her hands on her knees. She was never one for running.
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