After the events of this morning, Dustin seemed to have a shorter than usual attention span, one moment he would be looking at my face and the next his eyes would be drifting down to my neck with a lost look on his face.I was going through denial about how close he had come to marking me. And it was... my fault?At the time I was absolutely desperate for him to mark me, my lack of control is what got me into that mess and it wouldn't be happening again.I would keep calm and composed until this week was over.And although I had feelings for him, it wouldn't be fair for me to be with him, not to him, not to either of our packs.Trying to be suttle, I moved my hair to cover the open space on my neck.Dustin frowned as he looked at me."I don't know why you keep denying me." He said confidently, "It's going to happen anyway, might as well do it now.""That's the thing," I said, watching his face as it dropped at my next words, "it's not.""Yes," He insisted, "it will."I shook my head,

When I woke, I found myself wrapped up in Dustin's arms under my warm bedsheets.I held a sense of fulfillment in my body that I would never feel again. I was wrapped in my mate's arms, and as this was the final day of the process (barely a day actually - it was more like a half day), so upon falling asleep, I had allowed Dustin to sleep in my bed, just this once.Well, it was less of giving him permission than him jumping into my bed, I just couldn't see a reason to put up a fight.As much as it hurt me, I pulled myself out of bed, shivering at my now cold waist, unnerved without the soothing touch of my mate.My movements seemed to wake him up. He looked around, slightly startled, but once seeing me standing besides him he visibly relaxed.He beamed at me, reaching his hand up to brush back his golden locks.Golden locks? What was I, his fangirl?As I watched him grin at me, I also saw the grin slowly dissipate as it seemed to dawn on him that this was the last day. At that moment I

I was entranced by the object infront of me.A simple stopwatch, an antique. The golden chain that was strung through the small clock had belonged to my father, the last thing I had from my old life. And it was currently floating in the air infront of me. I was not perplexed by the stopwatch itself, more of what I was doing to it. I was used to being able to move things with my mind when I was feeling emotional.But right now? Right now I felt completely out of it. I wasn't really feeling an emotion when it happened.I saw it laying on the ground, having fallen off my desk most likely, and reached down to pick it up, but before I could touch it myself, it shot forward and into my grasp as though I had moved it with my mind.It was currently spinning around in the air like leaves in the wind.I smiled at it, for once I was doing something without being incredibly emotional. I was in control, I wasn't reacing to something, I was just... acting.I felt a smile grace my face, before the d

DUSTINHer dark hair swayed in the wind as she sat on the grass, somehow it seemed greener, more luscious where she was sat, as though her very presence was affecting it.As much as I loved being here, with her. I knew that soon, I would have to go back.As an alpha, my worry for my pack was increasing by the day, and as much as I wanted to go down to check on them, I knew that there was no way that I could leave her. Not now, not when she had finally accepted me and we were getting somewhere. I had lost her once and I wouldn't do that again.Word had spread that both myself and my beta were gone from my pack. I had been gone for weeks and who knew when I would be back, and my beta was dead. Not that he deserved to be alive considering the wretched thoughts he had concerning Cassandra's death.It was an internal debate I was having, to go back, or not go back.I knew what the right thing to do was, if I left for just a few days I would have time to sort out pack business and put someo

For the first time in what seemed like forever, I was dreaming.I knew this, because despite the slight change in scenery, I could still feel the warmth of multiple blankets and Dustin's arms wrapped around me, along with his presence in the back of my mind, providing a form of comfort.I wasn't having one of my usual nightmares, I was with him.We were sat on a large patch of grass, a place that I didn't know, yet it fit in perfectly with the scenery provided by my packs land, I gently ran my fingers through the textured ground, tugging on the silky strands of luscious grass as we spoke, my eyes constantly interlocked with his.It was what you might call a meaningless conversation, there was no particular topic, we just spoke of whatever came to mind.And then a small force slammed into me, I kept upright, only slightly nudged by the warm being.I looked down to see a young child with her hands wrapped around my waist.She had plaited golden blonde hair with big blue eyes, her cheeks