She's My Mate

SYDNEYCrusted blood stained the walls, mixing with splatters of fresh blood. The stench of death hung in the air, getting worse with each step I took. Rotting flesh, damp earth, and human excrement all bombarded my nose at once. I may not have been a full blooded werewolf, but even us half bloods had an impeccable sense of smell. That was the same with strength and speed.Victor let out a low growl beside me as we neared our destination. I purposely slowed my steps, allowing him to lace his fingers with mine and give my hand a gentle squeeze. Victor meant so much to me, even as a little girl. With his thick, shoulder length chocolate brown locks and eyes so blue they reminded me of the ocean; he hadn't changed one bit since I was a child. I sort of felt like Bella from Twilight, stuck with creatures that barely aged while I looked ten years older by the next day.Victor stood tall beside me

SYDNEY"Look, it's momma Grace," I cheered happily, clapping my hands as mom and dad walked onto stage. They were followed by my grandpa and Grammy. Mom wore an anxious smile but at the time, I thought it was the prettiest thing in the world. The nightmare always started off the same. I'd be in Lucille's arms, praising mom as she walked onto the stage. I'd wince when the blade pierced through my dad's palm, flinching away from Lucille at the sight of blood dripping down his hand. I was so caught up in the moment, so caught up in watching everything happen with awestruck eyes that I hadn't noticed the scowl on Lucille's face. I hadn't noticed the way she looked at me and then at my mom with flames of anger blazing in her eyes. Before I could register was was happening, Lucille held a silver weapon out in front of us and then a loud bang echoed and my ears began ringing. The smell of som

SYDNEY Flames! That was the only way I could describe what it felt like. It felt as if flames licked my body, beginning from my core and it wasn't anything like experiencing heat. My heat ended the moment Victor and I completed the bond. That was how it worked. You either put an end to heat by completing the bond or wait an entire week. My mom was the only werewolf I knew who managed to make it an entire week without sealing the deal and I didn't want to know how she managed to do that. This, on the other hand, felt so much worse and Victor's touch offered no reprieve. I could see the pain lingering in Victor's oceanic orbs, if he could have taken away the pain I knew he would have. Screams and yells left my lips, cold sweat coating my skin and soaking my hair. I felt as if I needed too move but at the same time I couldn't. The pain was paralyzing and I went through it every night. Apparently, even afte

SYDNEYA heavy sigh left my lips as I slumped into the softness of the sofa in my office. My brother sat beside me, grabbing my ankles and placing it onto his lap. His rough hands — hands that were rough from always building and breaking things — inspected my foot which had been hurt only the night before. Now, all that remained were faint red scars and nothing more."He licked your foot?" Sylvain whispered in bewilderment, nose scrunching as he thought about it, "and you let him?""Well, I didn't have much of a choice, baby bro," I grimaced, thinking back to what had happened, "the man had a vice grip on my ankle and I swear he did it on purpose just to crawl under my skin. He was trying to prove a stupid point and I'm afraid he might have accomplished exactly what he set out to do.""Does Victor know?" Sylvain quizzed, unconsciously tracing around the bone of my ankle.

SYDNEYI woke up with a start; thundering heart, cold sweat dripping down my body, hair damp, breathing heavy, and nerves shot. Victor was always awake, sitting in that antique chair at my window and staring at the beautiful full moon that lit up the room. Tonight, shifters would be at their strongest, the power of the full moon enhancing their abilities.Victor's body remained unmoving, even though he knew I had woken up. I pulled the sheets away, a chill greeting my bare skin. Grabbing my midnight blue silk gown from my closet, I padded my way toward the bathroom. He knew I was okay, I was always okay when it came to this sort of thing. Only Victor knew of the dreams. I had kept them a secret — not only the reoccurring one, but the ones I had when I was little. The one's that told me things. The same ones I recently began having again.I turned the faucet to the coldest setting and then stepped into the wat