After what seemed like days but were only hours, John awoke with a splitting headache. Surveying his surroundings, he noticed the absence of anyone who might take advantage of his situation. He began to tug at the restraints binding his wrists but to no avail. Considering standing up and attempting to topple the chair, he quickly found this futile as the chair was made of steel that wouldn't bend or break. He then contemplated walking over to the window to look for someone but realized he was chained to a beam in the center of the room, not allowing him to reach the window. Resigned, he sat back down to wait for their return. As the sun set, John looked around as far as he could but wondered when the couple would return. Knowing it was getting late his mind lingered on Willow, his mate. John knew she wouldn't disturb him, aware that he was working in their new home, but he anticipated her eventual check-in to ensure that he had eaten. Victor and Anastasia returned to the house. Thei
Feeling extremely ill and stressed, not knowing if it was from the pregnancy or just from the things that were happening right now. Sky asked Lana for help with her discomfort because of the urgent task that needed to be handled. Once Lana had alleviated Sky's discomfort, she contacted the bank again to inform them that she was on her way. Marco approached his mother, questioning her sanity for considering going into the situation while pregnant, suggesting that one of them should handle it instead. Sky dismissed the suggestion, explaining that they were already aware of her pregnancy due to Willow, so sending someone else might aggravate them and put everyone at risk. Zion informed her of his arrival, stating he would wait in the car before he traveled into the woods which would allow him to be a short distance from the house. However, he was adamant about not letting his pregnant mate go alone. Although Zion's gaze was fixed on Marco, he already knew the code, and they would enter
One year laterSky gave birth to a baby girl named Heaven two months ago, and her unique eye colors—one green, and one yellow—brought immense joy to everyone. Initially, Sky and Zion feared their daughter had been switched at birth, so they conducted a DNA test. The results confirmed she was theirs, allowing them to breathe a sigh of relief and start a new journey. Their other three children are now aged three and two. Case has finally gained his abilities, which include levitating. As excited as Zion is can't wait for his son to turn eighteen to know if he will have wolf abilities as well.Jessica's baby boy, upon turning two, began to exhibit signs of his grandmother Sky Banshee's abilities through his cries and screams when he cracked the windows. Additionally, he displayed his mother's witchcraft abilities when he healed a bird that had collided with the window. Marco was slightly disappointed because he had hoped his son would inherit the wolf trait, but Jessica reassured him tha
Wow is all I can say…. I guess I should start from the beginning, so you'll know what I’m talking about. Hello, I’m Sky Bloodworth. I am a month away before I turn eighteen and can escape this hellhole. Let me give you a little background about myself. I am the only child of two successful parents. I know...boring…hit the snooze button on to the next story. But I promise if you hold on to the story it will get better. My dad was a doctor for adults and kids. I figured he had to be important because everyone addressed him as Dr. or Sir and never his first name, which is Jason. I thought it was weird to never hear people call him by his first name. What did I know I was twelve at that time. But I know I saw people coming and going from his office when I would come to visit every week to get my allergy shot. Mom was a scientist, which I thought was cool. Her name was Joy. When people call her by her last name, that would aggravate her. She always tells them to call her Joy. Mom was
Fast-forward to the present day: It's been five years of living in a nightmare, devoid of love and attention from those who claim to be my family. I figured out that my so-called aunt and uncle were only there for the money. Missing out on a few years of school wasn't a problem because I still did work online. Now, at seventeen and a half, I find myself parentless with no love. Tracy and David abandoned me in my childhood home on my sixteenth birthday. What a gift that was. I'm not angry, but rather somewhat relieved to be free from them and their weird behavior whenever I come around. They treated me like I was some kind of plague they didn't want to catch. Tracy and David occasionally return for the money my parents left me. My parents made it so I could get a stipend every month to take care of everyday lifestyle habits. Here's the twist: remember when I mentioned I'd never been sick a day in my life? Well, things change. After turning sixteen, I began feeling ill and exhausted
The following day, I showered again, wrapping my arm again, and lay back down on the bed, feeling inexplicably exhausted. Later, I mustered the energy to visit a doctor I found online. She confirmed that an animal had bitten me, took photographs, and collected samples of my blood and skin near the wound to identify the creature. After administering a shot, she jokingly told me not to get sick and die. When I mentioned that another doctor had said I was already dying, she gave me a peculiar look, laughed, and exited the office, saying she needed that laugh. She wished me a good day and said she'd see me in a week. Four days later, I began to notice changes in my body. While in the second period, I detected a heartbeat. Glancing out the window, I spotted a large dog. When I looked again, it had vanished. The hunger I felt during the third period the next day was overwhelming; the scents were tantalizing, which was strange since my classroom was far from the cafeteria, and I should on
After spending three hours on the sofa, longing for my parents' presence, I began to detect that familiar scent once more. Glancing at my hands, I knew I had showered, so the smell shouldn't be there. I dismissed the notion that I was imagining his scent simply because I yearned for him. Deciding to clear my mind, I went for a walk, as I've always cherished the night air under a luminous moon. I hoped it would help me make sense of the items left at my doorstep. Eventually, I found myself back at the beach. As I idly sifted sand through my toes, I unexpectedly felt warm despite the cool, breezy night. Opting to cool off, I waded into the water, clothes and all, given my light dress, and felt a slight relief. Looking up, I spotted that same figure by the shoreline, howling in my direction. Bobbing in the water, I mused over the late-hour presence of a dog. But then, realizing dogs don't howl like wolves, I was taken aback by the thought of a wolf being so near, thinking could that
The week was nearing its end when a knock at the front door of the house interrupted the silence. As I went to answer it, I realized it was my aunt standing there. I inquired about her whereabouts, and all she could muster was, "I had to hide for a while." After closing the door, I inquired about my uncle's whereabouts. Her response was a slap so forceful that it sent me to the floor. She sternly warned me never to question her about her mate. The shock of the slap and the unfamiliar term 'mate' left me bewildered. Concerned by her haggard appearance, which was uncharacteristic of her usual polished presence. I expressed my lack of patience for such nonsense, clarifying that my inquiry was innocent and announcing my intention to return to bed. Lying in bed, I reflected on the week's events and the recent encounter downstairs. I was astonished that Ace had spoken to me. Seeing that wolf again seemed surreal. And I wondered why Ace's scent lingered when he wasn't present, or at least