Warning: Danger のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Part Two - Jesse’s Story ~Jesse’s Point of View~ School was supposed to be my big chance to forge my own path, to get away from my family. Or something like that. But as my grandfather says, “there’s no escaping your destiny.”I refused to believe that. REFUSED. I was not like them, I was not going to use my powers … for evil. By now at 18, I should have my own book of spells, my own book of magic that I worked to perfect. That I would pass down to my own future generations. I couldn’t imagine giving a mere cub this burden. I've barely survived it.My father was the oldest sibling in his family, and naturally that meant when his father was ready to pass over leadership he would have to answer the call

~Jesse’s Point of View~   Jasmine, it penetrated my nose. My tiger stirred, content and pleased. But what was it, what was… My eyes burst open as I took in the room. Clearly not mine.  Shit … I never, ever stayed the night with a female. They get the wrong impression and it never ends well. I went to reach for my pounding head but my arm was stuck. I turned see … Miranda.  Oh fuck, I slept with Miranda?! How did this happen? *Massive amounts of alcohol, but clearly also months of pent up sexual tension. Fuck she was amazing, best we’ve ever had, and ever will have. She’s the one. I won't let you touch another female ever again and I'll kill anyone who even looks at what's ours,” my tiger said, sure

~Jesse's Point of View~   Apparently in all the hustle and chaos of the last two days Miranda neglected to mention her dad was … very fucking huge. Like nearly seven feet tall. Oh and he’s got a massive scar across his face like he seriously pissed someone off at one point. You didn’t get a slice like that without deserving it in some way. But what could he have done as a pup that would have been that bad? As an adult his wolf would've healed it. He made me very uncomfortable, and not just because I was fucking his daughter. There was something … off. It was his whole aura. He had an overpowering stench that just smelled rotten. But not like Ryan’s demon. He was clearly better than anyone around him, okay. A lot of shifters feel like that especially if they’re bigger. Was it the money? Power? I was a

~Miranda’s Point of View~   He carried me. Honest to goddess carried me out of the woods. When he offered to help with the letter I shifted and put my dress on, and before I could take one step he picked me up like a bride. I wanted to giggle, I wanted to shout from the treetops. But there was no way I could ruin the moment.  We stopped by a tree near his house to get the shorts he’d left. I hoped he’d stay like he was but I supposed I got my admiring time in. I could never possibly get enough. One day I’d work up the balls to ask him what his tattoos meant but it was just never the right time. “No one’s home,” he said, putting me down at my front door.  “How do you know,” I asked, curiously. He sm

~Miranda’s Point of View~   I’d flown to Sidney a dozen times over the years, but never had it taken so damn long. I had no clue why but Dough showed up as the car arrived to get me, and he absolutely insisted on coming along. I wanted to ask why Jesse didn’t come, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. He had his own life, classes. He was probably already behind a bit from helping me. I had to guess Dough just felt someone needed to look out for me. Someone needed to help me. The more I thought about it, the more I didn’t care. I didn’t want to be alone. I gave him my mom’s letter to read on the plane and he kissed my forehead. It was sweet, almost like a brother would do.  “What are you even going to say to him,” he asked, as our descent finally began.