AngelineGrant’s canines sank on me, and the time stopped. The moon mark on my belly pulsated like a second heart. Soft blue light enveloped me, filling me with calmness, strength, peace and an ounce of guilt. His love for me pulsated like a warm blanket covering my body and tucking at my chest.
GrantWe arrived at our pack late in the night, heading straight to our room, where I got to sleep with my mate in my embrace. I placed a kiss on Angeline’s head, and she snuggled further into my embrace, a blissful smile stretching across her lips.
GrantI entered the small white room, closing the door behind me. Gina was curled on her bed, the bags under her eyes and the paleness of her face showing how worn-out she was.
AngelineI buried my face in the column of Grant’s neck, letting his embrace wash me over with comfort. My nerves are strained, and I have been a little fidgety since I woke up. Maybe everything that happened, the battle, the changes and the bond were catching up with me.
Angeline“If you want, it would make me very happy to lead this pack by your side. You make me a better man, and a better Alpha Angeline,” he said in my mind, sending the tender dash of his love through our bond.
Angeline“Angeline,” Dora’s voice had me turning around, and I looked at her in my mind. It was different from when I heard or saw her in our shared mind. I was here with her, only a few steps away.
AngelineEverything started when I died. Well, I guess I am not dead-dead now, but pretty much getting there. How did I end up like that? That’s a very good question. It was a swift death. Lucky me, right? I don’t think so.At one moment, I was there trying to fight the mysterious man that came out of nowhere. But before my next blink, a curtain of black magic surrounded me, taking the breath out of my lungs and raising the darkness into my eyes.Don’t worry; this is not a horror story, those are silly! This is the story of how I get back — or die trying. Well, the dying part is already covered.But let’s live — or die — in the moment, shall we?No one talks about how dying feels. So, I will be the first one: it’s hella cold. It’s darker than those nights you were afraid of sleeping alone when you were little. But, more than anything, death is silence, and I never liked silence. Death doesn’t suit me at all!Going back to the darkness topic — it only lasted a couple of seconds before
AngelineAfter howling all I could, I drifted back to the movie of my life playing in my mind. Oh, that was a good part! It happened only a week ago, just before shit hit the fan.It was my eighteenth birthday, and I was so excited that I jumped off bed early in the morning, which is not something I do. Ever.Leaping off my bed, I headed to my little sister’s, Stella, room and entered it on my tiptoes before I jumped on her bed.“Good morning, pup! Do you know what day it is today?” My voice dripped with excitement.“Angel!” she sat up immediately, rubbing her hand on her little eyes and smiling, “Is it my birthday? Oh, no! It’s your birthday, the day you will meet your wolf!” She gave me a huge gaping smile. One of her front milk teeth had just fallen, and now she had that cute gap that pups her age have.“Yes!! And better than that, it means that I will be able to start my warrior training next week!” I almost squealed as I ruffled her strawberry-blonde hair. To be a great fighter l