"You better run faster than that," he snarled from behind me.  Tears brimmed my eyes as I ran. I couldn't believe what was happening. I heard the stories of how some kids have tantrums during their fist shift, or how their wolf is a blood-thirsty monster, but I never thought that Aaron would be like that. All of a sudden I heard his cackling and his footsteps stop with an oomph. I stopped dead in my tracks, turned around, and came face-to-face with my brother. How'd he get over here so quickly? I stepped back and tripped over a fallen tree branch, making me land on my bottom.  "P-please stop," I whimpered.  He gave me an evil smirk, diving right at me.

"What are you making?" My mates deep voice asked from behind, causing me to jump. I didn't turn around, just stayed focused on pressing the edges of the little squares. Aura was a little disappointed that we didn't smell him, though we were kind of in our own world. "Ravioli," I answered simply with a shrug of my shoulders. I continued pressing the fork around the edges of the dough before grabbing another and filling the center with cheese and Italian sausage I had to scour the house for, then repeating the pressing like I had several times before. "It smells amazing," he complemented. I was glad I was turned around so he couldn't see the flush in my cheeks. "Thanks." He sighed and I could feel him come closer making the hair on the back of my neck stand and goosebumps to cover my being. I mentally cursed this damn bond for doing this to me. I don't want to feel this way towards him. "

"Alright little warrior let's see what you got," Cristian said, prowling his way around me in the ring. I cracked my neck and smirked deviously. Tate stood at the edge of the circle, arms folded across his chest and lips in a thin line. He was putting up a good facade, too bad I good see straight through it and noticed how much he was fretting over this sparring match. Damn mother hen is what he is. Last night while doing the dishes he suggested I train in the rings like he used to. Aura was ecstatic and honestly as was I, considering I've never had the opportunity to train let alone spar. He claimed it was mainly so 'when we spar for your initiation, you don't look weak.' I stomped on his toe for that one. That asshole knows damn well I could probably have him in the dirt just like his mother. I've experimented fighting with Nathan when I was 13 and beat him up pretty bad. My friend wa

The blinds shielding the windows of Frances's office didn't do much to block out the afternoon sun shining through, creating  yellow lines on the wall behind me. Tate sat next to me in the red cushioned chair, gripping my hand in his. Aura was beginning to appreciate his touch, slowly forgiving him for his sin, but I couldn't yet. My hand in his only added gasoline to the fire, more strength to the bond that kept pulling the other end of the rope. Frances stood in the left corner of the room, humming to herself as she combed through files and files to find the one on the Black Moon. I shifted in my seat, trying to rid my body of the sparks shooting through it from our hands entwined. My palm fit so perfectly in his. It made me nervous to think that I was liking this so much. I was giving in and he knew it; the satisfied smirk that tugged at his lips gave him away with ease.

Sunlight barely peeked into my room since the curtains were drawn. I sighed in relief as my eyes didn't have to adjust so much. Quickly, I rubbed my blue orbs to clear them of last night's sleep. My naked body stayed wrapped in blankets comfortably as I remembered everything. Part of my feels pathetic for crying while trying to mate; the other part of me is proud that I didn't pass out from the stress of the memories I relived. That would've been worse. Stretching, I subconsciously reached for Tate and frowned when he wasn't in my four post bed next to me. Maybe he changed his mind. The thought from Aura drifted through my head. Anxiety creeped up my throat but I forced it down hard. No. I believed him when he said he loved us, I stated, mostly to reassure myself. A smile grew on my