"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S GONE" I roared down the phone.
"I mean we went to her cabin and it is empty, from the thick layer of dust we believe she had never actually lived there, sorry Alpha we will keep looking we will find her"After ending the call, I through my phone across the room and started rubbing my temples, "I have to find her to keep my mate safe" I said to myself, "If her wounds from sleeping are anything to go by, I have to assume she is seeing the future, or a possible future. If I remove Trinity from the equation then maybe she won’t get stabbed" I kept saying to myself, I wasn't quite sure if I was saying it as a mantra or if I was seriously trying to convince myself, of the truth. I had to remain strong for my mate but around her I felt weak and helpless, I realised I felt that way around her from when I saw her again at college and she crossed the stage to accept her Masters and her sweet scent was carried across on the breeze, her sweet scent of chamomiAfter the eventful morning I had with my mate I had a dying urge for food, and I was starving. I made my way to the kitchen just like every other morning but this time was different, other than the fact I am the too be future Luna of the pack. And the few people I had passed bowed and called me Luna. But mum was nowhere in sight, the kitchen was empty. So I made my way to the fridge and found the cake from last night and decided it would go perfect with a coffee and Lagertha agreed.After breakfast I had realised, I haven't actually shifted other than in my dreams. I felt quite embarrassed at that fact. I decided to ask mum to come with me, I figured she gave birth to me, she may want to be there to watch me shift for my first time. I quickly hurried off to the library because that is mums favourite place in the world. On my way i tracked the sandstone pillars that arched the corridor heading to the library, and stopped and admirred the courtyard dad had designed special for
I sat on the bed with no intention of moving let alone get dressed in the dress I wore for my birthday party. " how the hell did this creep get the dress, it was in my bathroom this morning I remember seeing it" I questioned myself then I remembered the person on the plane said I should have been unconscious for another day. How long was out for."Where the hell am I" I questioned myself, looking around the room till my eyes landed on what I could only hope were curtains, I hurried over to them pushing them to the side to only be ment with bordered windows. "What the hell is going on" I screamed at the top of my lungs.I damaged near fell off the bed when the door was violently pushed open."You were explicitly told to be dressed and ready for dinner, now stop being a spoilt brat and do as you are told" said an old, fat lady with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of alcohol in the other."Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me wi
I walked down a long corridor, the walls were made of bricks coloured in a light shade of grey, the floor was lined with the longest red mat I had ever seen. For as far as the eye could see, which wasn't very far as the only light was available came from silver from the candelabras which stood at least 6 foot tall each supporting at least 7 candles, not the average candles we can buy from a shop, but big chunky lopsided candles that looked like they were made by a 5yr old, they were the only form of lighting as I could tell. I walked further down the corridor taking in my surroundings. The windows had no glass in them, but were lined fine wooden detailing. The wall had to be over 20 feet high and tapered into an arch at its peak. In fascination I trailed my fingers over the walls as I walked.Committing to memory the smoothness of the brick, mixed with the coarseness of the grout. The intricate detail of every carefully sculpted pillar, which seemed to tell a story of mystica
I woke up with blood pouring from my side, From the shape of the wound it had to be a sharp diamond shaped weapon the way my flesh was burning it has to have shards of silver over it, blood was seeping from my wound, so much blood and I had no clue how it happened. I tried retracing my steps in my mind using all my instinctual power to isolate to exact moment I was stabbed while trying my best to slow the flow of my blood if I didn’t receive help soon, I would surely be gone.I look around at my surrounding when realisation struck me like a freight train at full speed.“Oh goddess, I am still in my dream. I usually wake up by now what is happening”?While trying to locate my assailant by retracing my steps, fighting the incredible urge not to throw my guts up. I took notice of my heart rate and breathing they were both unusually fast. I mean like I had ran a full triathlon fast, I reached up to touch my face an noticed my hands were really cold almost like I had be
I awoke to a new day in the arms of the man I loved, his scent and warmth was all that was keeping me sane at the moment, I had to work out everything I had seen and witnessed in my most recent dream. I sat up and tried to lift Desmond’s arm off me so I get off the bed, and go about my morning business.“Nope you’re not going anywhere” Desmond stated tightening his grip around my waist“I have to pee, and I really do not want to pee the bed” I added“Ok, Ok”“Um where is the bathroom, what room am I in”?“Well darling you are in our room, and the bathroom is the door between the bookshelf and the closet” Desmond added pointing to the bathroomOnce I finished my business, I took in the magnificence of this bathroom a massive 8-person jacuzzi fitted with jets, a shower that took up the entire length of the wall, with jets fitted along the wall and a rather large shower head hanging from the roof this shower head was big enough to was at least 4 peop
I looked mum dead in the eyes and asked “who is he”“well, sweety I guess we better have a talk, your father informed me that his family is cursed by a powerful witch, she loved a DeLorentez man and wanted to spend her entire life with him. She had thought the mate bond that werewolves always referred to was a way to keep undesirable partnerships away. She had never known the full extent of the mate bond and its potent pull to one’s mate”“Ok …and”Mum took a deep breath.“well, your father said the story goes like this. A very wealthy ancestor back in the late 1500’s used some of his servants for his own personal amusement. One in particular servant was a beautiful slim raven-haired young lady about 15 or 16 years old. Little did the wealthy ancestor know she was an upstart witch one of the most powerful witches of her age. The wealthy ancestor seduced her and evidently took her virginity, the young witch became very jealous of the other servants who the mas
As I pace around my old room, I decided that time away from the pack, away from the threat of the vampire king finding me and turning me, practicality into an incubator for his spawn of hell. I needed to get out, get way and figure out my next move.“I need a holiday” I whispered to myself. Noticing my whisper caught the attention of Desmond who was walking past my open door, I ran out to him in the hallway.“Desmond, the love of my life, would it be problematic if we had a getaway, in secret mind you” in my most seductive tone I could muster up, but it came out as pleady and sorrowful. All I knew was I had o figure everything out, everything mum had told me and everything that I knew was coming. Well truth be told I just wanted to hide, and within my despair I wanted to be greedy I wanted my mate, my protector by my side.“where do you have in mind my love, where do you want to go”?“a private island away from al
“Venus…. Get up now” Lagertha growled through my head. I opened my eyes startled at Lagertha’s outburst. I looked next to me where Desmond should be laying but he was not there, no in fact I was in an entirely different room altogether. The white marble floor pulled me back to reality, the gut churning reality of I have been in this very room once before. I was back in my previous captors’ hands; how could this be. I frantically looked around till my eyes laid on a reflection in a mirror something was different, I was different. bewildered I approached the mirror to assess my reflection. I seemed older somehow, none of this was making sense.“what is going on” I asked Lagertha“can’t you smell that” she growled giving me an instant headacheI took a large inhale, the air was foul thick with the scent of blood, root and a pungent smell of sewerage, the undeniable scent of rogues. The smell alone was enough to make me gag, then there it was a subtle scent behind the putrid on