ROSE Blood… blood everywhere. Pouring out of my ears, dripping from my nose, my eyes… all over my shaking hands. I looked down and turned cold. The bodies… every single werewolf who ever died during training were sprawled out at my feet. Each lifeless with eyes white as snow and skin pale and slightly blue. That’s when I saw them. My parents sprawled out in the middle, headless, and next to them, Martha. Her neck was once again contorted into a weird angle. Everyone here seemed lifeless, that was, until her eyes closed and opened in a blink. My breath hitched slightly, and she began to rise. Her bones clicking in place as she did. She then places her pale hands on her neck and twisted it back into place. Her eyes were red with blood but stared at me, keeping me frozen in place.“It’s all your fault!” She spat with a hoarse,

ROSEI ended up in the cemetery. Yes... I know how morbid it sounds. But I had to see them. Nowadays I'd developed a sense of... Emotions. Maybe it was the fact that Ryker slash Deamian had made me see things differently. But I'd prefer not to think of him too much, I was still pretending to be upset.The nightmares were also still haunting me, and part of me believed that coming here, paying my respects… seeing those very closed graves, would help ease my worry. Despite trying to become a better person, these nightmares had me worn out to the point where I wasn’t sure I was as strong as I once was before.As I walked, I couldn’t help but notice how my body shook, how flashes of Martha, my parents and the other corpses filled my mind. I knew I needed to do this though, so I gritted my teeth and continued to walk.I placed a bouquet of flowers filled

ROSE"Where is he?!" Deamian yelled at the bloodied rogue with almost sunken back eyes and scratches all over his face. I was gory, unfeeling, merciless, and plain cold, but Deamian took it to a new level. So much so that Carina had left two hours ago crying and feeling sick to the stomach. My poor Beta even threw up outside. To be quite frank, my stomach was being tugged in all kinds of directions just watching him, and for a moment, I understood exactly what “power” was and how it was different to “strength”. Of course, Deamian had both, but this was just plain scary.The rogue shook his head for about the hundredth time and then the sound of breaking bones followed. I watched in horror as Deamian tore through the flesh and bones of his victim. This was the fifth rogue he'd killed today, along with a few shadows- humans infected with some sort of dark, forbidden werewolf magic- and although

ROSEWatching him sleep was the most intriguing thing ever. I would just glance here and there at his sleeping form and wonder how such an arrogant, egotistical pain in my behind could look so angelic when sleeping.I drove to the next gas station and then woke him up, as instructed. At first, he was slightly disoriented until I offered a smile which he returned."Switch?" He asked. I nodded and attempted to get out of the car... Until I looked down and realised that I was still in my pyjamas."I um, I need to change before we go anywhere." I said. He looked at me confused and then scanned my clothing and gave a curt nod."You can grab something from your bag and change in the bathrooms quickly." He said. No snarky remark... No Deamian humour, nothing… not even when we both knew that these pyjama shorts were way too revealing to be avoi

ROSE"It began when you were born..." Deamian said. "She just felt that you were the one. I could tell on her face. She knew you were special, strong, powerful. You were everything my previous 'mate' was lacking and more-""-wait, previous mate?" I said as I stared at him in shock, we were currently sitting on his bed across from each other.he looked at me with annoyance and told me not to interrupt him. I reluctantly agreed."That day, she met with your parents and told them of her plans for you and the title you were supposed to be born under. She took one look at you and in her heart, she knew you and I were destined. I knew it too. Something in those eyes drew me in. They had the same amount of power and confidence that radiated from me. It was then that she decided that you would not be a Luna. You would be a Goddess... More particularly, Moon Goddess. So, she i