Tangled With The Fated Mates

Claudine’s PovClaudine opened her eyes and groaned. The sunlight streaming in through the stained windows of the little room hurt her eyes as soon as she opened them. She automatically flipped an arm over her eyes and groaned again."Today's adoption day," giggled Annette.Annette is one of the overly chirpy roommates that Claudine had been saddled with for the past six months in the orphanage home. There were so many mornings that Claudine wished she could hear just her mouth, and today was one of them.Utterly oblivious to Claudine's thoughts, Annette continued eagerly to the other girls."Miz Lucas says I'm going to be picked today." She bounced giddily on her toes as she proclaimed the girls who made suitable happy noises back at her.Claudine climbed down from the bunk bed, plunking her feet firmly on the ground to distract them and keep them quiet even for a minute. She succeeded because they all paused in their conversation to spare her a glance. Annette hissed and sneered at

Denzel’s PovDenzel Anderson stirs; he doesn’t open his eyes yet as he’s still groggy from sleep. He’d just woken up from a profound sleep. The previous night, they had marked the time of the month when the full moon was at its highest point. The Wolves of the Blackmoon pack, him their Alpha included, had stayed up till very early the next day running and fleeting through forests of aspens and beech and pines with dense undergrowth, frolicking and hunting, fevered baying and barking wolves scattered all over rolling hills deep in the woods that formed the heart of their territory. The full moon was high in the sky, and they had felt its pull, the substance of the Lunar body tugging at their whole hearts. The sheer energy of its light had seemed to course through their lupine veins.At intervals last night, Denzel had climbed onto ledges and rock outcroppings, lifted his snout at the moon, and howled out of his whole heart his worship and affection for the moon. All over the territo

As the car doors finally started to get slammed, Claudine jumped with each slamming sound she heard. The truth was that she was scared, quite scared. Janey, who rode shotgun with her husband, with Claudine sitting directly behind her, suddenly raised her eyes to catch Claudine's in the rearview mirror. Their eyes locked for an instant, and it did nothing to lessen Claudine's mounting fear. If anything else, it had increased it because Janey had given her a malicious grin just before she looked away.Ariella had been looking at Claudine's hair, comparing it to hers, and she had been feeling jealous until a plan had formed in her mind.She suddenly piped up. "I do hate Claudine's hair, mom. Look at it; I'm pretty sure it's infested with lice too, don't you think so too?"Janey turned her head backward to get a better view of the back seat. Claudine was glued to her side of the car with her tensed body tightly pressed against the car's right door while Ariella sat behind her father and h

Matt grabbed the wheel so hard his knuckles went white. He turned the wheel as fast as he could to correct the car's motion, but when he saw how fast they were going, he tried to press the brakes even harder to know if he could entirely stop the car's motion.Women, he thought snidely amid the action, all they ever did was scream in a moment of crisis. Why couldn't they just shut up and shout out ideas for him to try out instead, saving them all from getting killed?Matt's eyes widened in horror as the car flew past green shrubs and grass on its way to collide with the tree. He shut his eyes when he suddenly felt that the situation was out of control and they were all going to die.But Janey had seen her husband close his eyes and prepare himself for death; she could almost hear him say, 'All man shall die someday.' The bloody fool.Well, not today, Matt. Not today. She leaned over and took the wheel from her husband's hand, jerking the gear while simultaneously rotating the wheel. At

"Knowing me, knowing you, there is nothing we can't do. Knowing me, knowing you…."Ariella and her parents crooned the ABBA classic without harmony of any kind, Ariella's voice being the loudest as she sang at the top of her lungs. The wind carried their voices as they weaved through the forest with Matt's trusty Chevrolet.The music was on full blast, and Ariella could not help herself but remember all the reasons why she loved a good road trip. She sighed contentedly as she saw her mum and dad take up the next tune on the track. It was funny how people quickly adapted to things. Just a few minutes ago, they were nearly killed in a car accident, but they are now singing and feeling so alive.But her last thought made her ponder a new scenario. What would happen if Claudine adapted to her torture and tongue-lashing? What could she do to remedy such a thing? Then another thought placed itself over the one she just had; Claudine wasn't in the car with them; they had left her behind in t