Ryan I glance down at my mate through hooded eyes. Her newly discovered fear of me makes her appear smaller, and I hold my breath, not sure how to fix this building wall between us. I don't want her to be fearful of me—she is the last person on this planet that I would hurt. "Maybe I went too far..." I comment. She doesn't answer. Numbing pain is rumbling through me, and a raw scream of loneliness echoes through the walls of my mind. Without my memories, I don't understand where this darkness within me comes from. I think I used to be a psychopath in my past life, and my precious mate got to witness my corruption from the front row, see how I tore out the heart of my enemies with ease. There is no wonder she is afraid of me. Not knowing what else to do, I crouch down and take a seat under the blazing sun. Hybrids aren't sensitive to light, we share that feature with humans, but sweating isn't something I can control.

Ryan is stalking me like a shadow, following me as I round every corner of the tent village. Women and children are washing clothes, laughing and smiling, while the men play a dice game by a large table outside one of their restaurants. "Wow!" Ryan's eyes are darting from place to place. Then, finally, he has to step out of the way when a kid and his dog run past him. "This place is so bouncy and filled with life." "I know," I round another tent, smiling when I see the shaman's tent right ahead of us. "They are a bunch of nomads traveling in old circus carts. They mostly live on the road, but when they build up their village, it never ceases to amaze me." "It's beautiful." I glance over at Ryan's face. He tilts his head, smiles, and when I realize he is trying to flex himself, appear more extensive, or whatever, I just shake my head and keep walking. At that moment, I conclude that I like him more than I initially thought. He is funny. "This i

Amelia I should be on my way to the hideout; instead, I'm strolling around with Ryan in the forest. These are my practice grounds, and the targets are spread, put on at least fifteen different trees. Ryan is leaning against a great oak, watching me intently with those blue eyes and the hint of a telltale smirk. The cocky bastard doesn't believe I can hit all the targets, and I'm about to show him wrong. "It doesn't matter if you miss some of the targets—hit one, and I'm impressed." I laugh. "I will hit more than one, hot stuff." Ryan begins saying something, but I turn around to silence him, focusing on the target to my right. Within seconds, I become one with my bow and release the arrow. There is a snapping sound, and I watch the feathered arrow travel with the wind, hitting the target with ease. A smile latches on to my lips, and I turn around to face Ryan. His eyes have widened substantially, and I bend down to pick up my water bot

RyanAfter I've bitten Amelia, she turns limp in my arms. I'm not sure where the instinct to bite her came from, but I'm glad she allowed me to leave a mark on her neck.It seems my teeth formed something that resembles a tattoo—it's the shape of a half-moon and turning into a shade of cyan."It's starting to turn dark," Amelia mumbles while resting her head against my chest, right above my heart. Can she feel it beating for her? "I have to go back... But I don't want to go. Not after I've finally found you again."I begin walking for the shore through the cold water while breathing in the scent of her hair. My eyes close on their own, and I intuitively press her harder into me, determined to warm up her cool skin."It's not like this is the last time we will see each other," I tell her in a low voice. "We will meet again."Amelia inhales heavily and lifts her chin. Her beautiful green eyes peer into mine with what can only be describe

AmeliaI park my car and stare down at the wheel. Everything feels wrong. My hand slowly reaches up to the nape of my neck, touching the burning area where Ryan left his mark.Even though I didn't mark him, I still have this pulsating ache growing within me. Maybe only one mark is needed to complete the mate-bond when I'm a human? For the mark burns like a raging fire when Ryan isn't around. I miss him with my entire heart.When I jump out of the car, Giovani is already waiting for me by the door to our hideout. He is smoking while wearing that darn beige trenchcoat and his fedora."You're late," Giovani comments."Something came in the way, but I picked up the goods," I tell him as I open the trunk. He is behind me within minutes, eyeing the explosives with a shocked expression."How the hell did you get those into the car?" Giovani drops his cigar and laughs. "That's a ton shit of dynamite."I wink at him. "A lady never reveals her