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
As if from what sudden movement it was Bazili inferred what dry braking by the great fright that it had given him, which caused the interior of the vehicle to be abruptly shaken. What a fright that had hit us, so much was that resounding fright that Bazili did not take long to get out of the car thinking that perhaps it would have caused him some damage. Her static body in front lay perplexed letting the fear show in her eyes; with those blue eyes as vivid as the sky that were capable of reflecting the heavenly beauty in the narrowness of its dimensions. I was still locked up there watching from my seat as everything was developing. This is how I perceived how that strange conversation between the two was flowing because he was looking for a way to find out if nothing had happened to such a girl, perhaps due to fear and worry itself. From where I was, I could see how Bazili, wanting to confirm by her own means if she was really well, tried to approach her, b
Life is sometimes curious and inopportune because it listens to us at the most inappropriate moments to give us sometimes somewhat blatant lessons. I know I am aware that I had been complaining for a short time because I was not able to perceive even a single one of my kind in this city, which was strange. More than anything he seemed to find himself completely free of our existence situation that was impossible because we are like a living plague since where you least expect it we are, but with a simple ace of fate everything was changed easily and drastically. Due to a simple oversight, sometimes partly due to my clumsiness and my unparalleled recklessness product of that feeling of fear that overwhelmed me after seeing that name reflected on the wall, that my life was almost hanging by a thread after that car almost hit me. Such a provoking reaction that in such a dramatic and, to put it another way, overwhelming situation will end up wrapped up and will finally f
The viewpoint which is nothing more than the top of an ancient waterfall that descends in free fall flowing from the center of the mountain in the periods where there is the highest concentration of rain is the right and perfect place to go to enjoy on a night like this. In the same way and eye also, it is a place where the human and the natural get along in secret equally, making Belcier even more surprising. The nature around, rises with a special air of grandeur dominating most of the space. While on one side on the rocky surface glistens a long road that runs from the source to the top of the viewpoint somewhat narrow, although two vehicles can perfectly pass without concern in the surrounding lanes. At the end, once you are at the top, such a road is linked to a parking lot that limits for a few meters the warehouse simulation where you enter the bar that, although its tiny appearance is singularly huge inside. The bar, as that underground structure is called,