ROSEThe next day I woke up to the smell of eggs wafting in the air as well as a hint of toast and sausages.I inhaled once more, allowing the smell to completely take over my senses, causing a low grumble in my stomach. I was hungry. With that thought in mind, I raced to the kitchen, completely forgetting that I'd gone to sleep in my underwear because it was so hot in the evening."Breakfast!" I yelled eyeing the food. Hungry Rose was very... Strange. That's why I kept myself always properly fed to prevent her from showing up.Deamian looked up and then froze as he eyed my body darkly. He was practically defiling me with just his gaze."... Are you trying to provoke me?" He asked.I looked at him confused and then finally looked down at my body. My eyes nearly fell from their sockets in shock. Stupid... STUPID Rose. W

ROSEDeamian was awfully quiet as we rode at the back of his father's car.Guess the plan of me partaking in the ritual and thereafter visiting Stella the witch was completely off the table now.  I'd never felt so much tension in one space. Deamian was seething, his dad just seemed confused and nervous. Guess Deamian hated his dad too. What concerned me the most was the fact that Deamian’s dad did not at all look like the type of person to want to kill the mother of his own child. His aura seemed too calm and… good. I knew killers, and this man, was not one. I turned towards Deamian and saw the anger all across his face.Deamian, you're quiet, I said in my mind, hoping he'd be listening to my thoughts.I don't trust himWhy? Isn't he your dad?

ROSEDeamian decided to try to make it all up to me by cooking. I wasn't complaining, Deamian's cooking was divine. What I was more interested in were the answers he promised to give me. The answers I so desperately craved."And here we go." He said setting a plate of warm beef lasagne, salad, and slices of golden, glazed butternut before me.He sat down too and began eating his food hungrily. I followed suit."My dad..." He began, "My dad left my mom many years back. Not because they didn't love each other, but because my dad was a guardian of the werewolf world, and that included my mom and the flower. For her safety and for mine, my dad had to leave us behind and set up an organisation dedicated to protecting the magic that is the werewolf realm. I guess I always hated him for it. I hated him for choosing his duty over his family... over me. He obeyed my mom, even

ROSESo, I made Deamian run back home and fetch me my clothes because I really did not want to be parading around his dad's pack grounds naked.He answered my demand first by questioning why he couldn't see me naked. "we're mates after all!" Was what he said. He said this, however after the fact that he claimed to want to mate me right there and then because of said nudity. So, excuse me if I didn't trust his self-control. Not that I had a problem with it, it's just... I was already impure enough. Imagine how excruciating the ritual would be if I'd been mated. Idiot. And that leads me to our current situation: an argument, as always..."... You had a responsibility to tell me about being impure for the ritual!" I yelled as we walked. Deamian was finally in his human form, parading in his boxers because my mate ladies and gentlemen was a mouth-watering idiot who enjoyed not having clothes on.

ROSEThe water was cool against my bare skin making my hairs stand on end. I was certain that hypothermia would kick in soon.Mr Grimmwolf was right. No one stared at me or made me feel uncomfortable here. No one at all. Well Deamian was practically staring but that was to be expected.Deamian walked up to me, causing ripples within the water. He smiled and gave me a look which made me less nervous about this. I knew who'd be after me tonight. Deamian had told me a few days ago. Apparently, it was the rogue group who attacked my pack the night I met Ryker. The reason Deamian/Ryker had an idea about the pack and their movements was because at that time, he had been pretending to be Ryker, a new addition to their family. The reason he suspected his father, was because he had heard them talking about his pack. But clearly, he misunderstood."Ready?" He asked as he held t