2:13 am, buzzed Emrys’ table clock.
"You are not wearing that," Emrys deadpanned as his stormy eyes sparkled with silver and he studied my outfit, lust pooling; I could tell both him and Atticus were mind linking with each other - one can only mind link with their wolf, but not other people.Pouting out my lip, I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. "What
"What's going on tomorrow?" Emrys asked as he threw his used dental floss away and then proceeded to look up to the mirror, catching my eyes. His black hair tousled beautifully and his scent of rain and cedar relaxed my brain.Raising an eyebrow as I brushed my freshly washed hair, I responded. "I don't know, what?"
“What happened?”Cold sweat gathered in my palms as I reached for my best friend's hands, her grip tightening with mine, and she took a deep breath; at least one of us could breath. At the mention of
"Well enlighten me Rhys!" My voice echoed out of our living room and bounced through the house; now changed into jeans and Emrys' hoodie, I couldn't help but let my anger out. Ever since we had left the rush of the palace, fury danced in my veins. "How am I supposed to understand something you never tell me?!"Emrys ran a han
I never understood why so many people thought I was smart, maybe it was because of my poetry or good grades, but -and especially right now- everyone was completely wrong.I was stupider than a fish trying to climb a tree.
*Emrys’ POV*I loved my 1967 black Mustang Fastback, don’t get me wrong, but it was nice to have a car that would be warm a few mi
"Celeste?" A familiar voice spoke behind me, their footsteps echoing off the marble flooring, and turning around I was relieved to see a distraught Laker; his leather jacket almost zipped up entirely against his dark navy shirt, brown hair crazy.Thanking the Moon Goddess silently, I met him halfway and forced a smile. "Laker, what a
"I was seven years old when I was first sent to your house permanently," Emrys stated, his arm resting atop the silver mantle above the fireplace, the flames of orange our only light source and warmth as I watched one of his fingers tap the mantle silently.Sitting comfortably on one of my legs which was folded beneath me, my