I feel like I am safe with you next to me... --- (Adrian) She looked at him with the softest eyes he had ever seen and she kept looking at him. Adrian didn't know whether he could talk about Edward with her, or with anyone for that matter. 'She will be here for you. You have carried the weight of that darkness, far too long, by yourself. Just tell her everything and trust her to be there for you.' Orion said with a soft look in his eyes. Having the wolf with you meant that you always felt what the wolf was feeling, too. And for the first time in his life, Orion was feeling vulnerable... and in front of Amelia. Adrian couldn't understand what it was about Amelia that made the wolf feel so comfortable and open with Amelia. It was strange, too. It was said that the Lycan wolf would only become vulnerable in front of the fated mate... the true mate. A Lycan wolf would always be otherwise dominant and powerful and he would keep his pride, too... but maybe... Orion had chosen her t

(Amelia) Amelia watched as Blaine and Adrian walked away, a smirk on her lips. Rian looked worried. Amelia gave the princess a comforting smile. "Don't worry. Blaine can take care of himself. He has been fighting much bigger men than your brother." Amelia said with a small smile and Rian shook her head as she bit her lips with a nervous look on her eyes. "My brother might look not bulky enough, but he is stronger than most wolf. And his wolf is so damn overprotective of Este. Este is my wolf." "Oh, Orion is such a teddy bear. Don't worry." Amelia said with a smile and Rian blinked up at Amelia with a befuddled look on her face."Orion? Teddy bear? Are we both talking about the same wolf?" "Of course. He likes me." Amelia said with a soft smile. "Oh, yeah, he likes you!? Are you guys-" Rian stopped halfway through when she saw the look on Amelia's face. Amelia shook her head with a frown. "Good night, princess Rian." "Good night." The princess said as she walked inside her room

(Cilia) Cilia stared at the massive brown wolf as it hurtled towards them. Her wolf was frozen in space. She knew she had to run away, but she didn't even think of moving. She just stood and stared. 'Move, Shey. Why are you standing there like a statue? I don't want to die today. Move...' Cilia ordered, but Shey was gazing at the massive wolf as if she was put under a spell. Her eyes were fuzzy and Cilia could feel the wolf's feelings surging through her. The wolf as feeling shocked, surprised and... giddy. Why was Shey giddy right now? Cilia had no damn idea, but the hell... she knew her wolf was also... slightly turned on. 'What the heck, Shey? Why would you get turned on by a beast attacking us? Don't tell me you are a perv.' Cilia grumbled, but the wolf was just staring, kept staring at the brown wolf, that looked like it was hailed from hell. The thing was ginormous. And then the massive wolf stopped, closer to her, his body towering over Shey's. He was so damn big. He bumped

Do not break my heart. It is hard to fix broken hearts. --- (Cilia) Cilia stared at the vanishing, naked back of her mate. He was stupidly handsome, but from the look of it, the man was also insane. Cilia grumbled. She hated that he was running away from her, and she hated that she cared. One moment, the man was hot, wanton and seducing the hell out of her, begging her for a touch, for a bit more in his mellow voice that danced along her skin, and when she finally asked him to kiss her, he just... ran away? Ran away? What the heck was wrong with men? What the heck was wrong with mates? This was all f*cking supposed to be as easy as abc. Or so she had been told. Everyone told her that mate bond was as easy as recognizing yourself, loving your reflection, but more and more, Cilia was beginning to doubt those claims. It didn't seem that easy or... effortless. Her best friend's mate killed her and now she was reborn. Her own mate had teased her body until she wanted him, too, an

You are my good beginnings and happy endings. --- (Amelia) After Cilia left, Amelia sat on the window sill, staring through the windows along the long stretch of lands. It was beautiful and heartbreaking. Everything in her pack looked exactly the same, but she could also remember the day it wasn't beautiful. When her whole pack was spashed with the dark red of blood. If she closed her eyes, she could see broken bodies littering the land. She could hear the ripping sound of the screams reaching the sky. She didn't have to think too much. The image of the bloodshed was still carved in her head. She couldn't forget it no matter what. It was engraved in her head. 'Freya," Amelia called to her wolf. She and her wolf hadn't been talking like they used to. Amelia felt a distance between them. They had always been so close with each other, and now she wasn't sure how to appease Freya. She understood Freya's anger, but she couldn't do anything about that. 'Yes, Amelia?' 'Please, don