I want. Having his mouth there, his fingers on my hot flesh and his tongue licking me to completion have turned me into a bundle of raw need, I just want. I can’t stop wanting, I’ve been in a constant state of arousal since I had him in bed with me, it’s like being with him was the wakeup call I needed, whenever I close my eyes, I see him there, kneeling over me his gaze glued between my spread thighs and need pool betweent my legs. I can’t stop thinking of when we’ll do it again, because I know somehow, it’s not a matter of if but when. I am a mess. I’ve had to talk myself out of going for walks, wondering if I’d run into him and say what exactly? He is way out of my league I tell you, way out of my damn league. Not wanting to get tempted, I stay inside on Sunday. *** Mom is brushing my hair; the first time I heard about the silver ones I was five. My mother sat in front of a mirror in my room and while brushing my hair, told me about our foremother Amara and how she be

When I wake up, it's morning, and I feel great, “Honestly, I’m fine,” I tell Zayne for the fifth time as I make to get out of bed. He is still giving me strange looks like he expected me to grow that horn on my forehead any moment now. I bat his hand away when he makes to touch my forehead “I swear I’m fine" I feel great actually, like I just woke up after a long sleep, which I did, showered, and dressed he looks like he’s been up for some time. Then again it might be a little late, I must have overslept. Why is he finding it hard to take my word for it? I know the last time I went through this ordeal I was well, how to put it? out of it? spaced out, Even when I woke up the day after. But I really am fine. “Do you remember what happened, after you touched the stone?” he questions, looking me in the eyes, the pad of his fingers on my chin. Pursing my lips, I look at the ceiling, I try to think back, “I remember the light, it was bright" my eyes fall closed, "It was really i

A middle aged female smiles sheepishly totally misunderstanding the situation at the door her hand still poised at the knob, I’ve seen her around the compound a few times. “I-it’s nothing, com-come in” I stuttered, making things worst. With his hands on my hips and me rising off the floor, it looks like I was just on my knees, under his table, probably doing something. Sweet Selene. Someone shoot me right now. “Alina, right?” I nod, no longer surprised that everyone seems to know my name these days. My gaze rested on her nose because I cannot bring myself to look her in the eyes, even though I'm not guilty of what she thought she walked into. “How have you been my dear?” “I’m fine thank you,” I say, my face still slightly hot. I go to move “I’ll leave you so you can talk” She waves me away “Oh, no dear, you can stay” turning to Zayne she continues “So I wanted to talk about Joel, he’s gotten worst, now he wants to move in with her” the female seems to be in some distress

I train with Naya the day after. Determine not to let the crazy in my life be a distraction to my goals. with all that was happening, I began to get sidetracked and almost lost sight of what was important, the promise that kept me breathing for months. Getting strong, finding those who destroyed my pack, and seeking justice. Today I’m more focused than ever, it’s like things just keep getting in the way, and I have the tendency to overthink things to an extent that makes me crazy. Just two nights ago I discovered we were mates. Fated, by Selena, the goddess of the moon, our creator.I didn’t doubt it, there was no cause for that, it made so much sense, even though I never let my mind wander there, at night, in my dreams I wondered if he was mine, but what did I know about mates? fated or not? I've never even been with a male.So, I tried to forget it, I told myself not to think about it but when Lily confessed it to me, it felt like a balm to my troubled soul, a salve to my wounde

*** I’ll never be able to understand how people function with little to no amount of sleep. I sleep a lot, I enjoy it. This is why on the days I can’t seem shut my mind off, I turn to the arms of sleep. I feel like a nightmare. I probably look like one too, so drag my body from the bed late in the morning straight into the shower. Hoping the hot jets of water will make me feel better. I purposely got out of bed late so I don’t have to be up and looking at the time every passing second before noon comes. I am not excited or happy or anything like that, this is something I have to do. I cannot shy away from it, I cannot hide from it. I’ve had days to come to terms with it, and accept that my reality will change when I hear what the Abbot has to say. And also, how I deal with it is up to me, learning and accepting that I do not just share physical characteristics with something right out of a myth, I am trying to accept that I just dont look like them, I am a silver one and it doesn’t