Every once and a while, I luck out. I stumble across good people who want to help me, asking for nothing extra in return. Sure the young girl at the counter still wanted the $200 for a one night stay, but her kindness continued on after she showed me to my room. She handed over the key and gave me a promise that she would be back. It left me in confusion, but I was sure that I wasn’t going to be here long; just to shower and rest in an actual bed. I stood silently in the bathroom. Initially I had glanced around to see how clean the room itself was, and it was a pleasant surprise to see that it was practically spotless. Most rooms I’ve had aren’t held in such an impeccable manner. Staring at myself in the mirror, I could see why it was she thought that I hadn’t bathed in days. No matter if she was correct or not, I’d rather look like I was able to take care of myself. I removed the green cap from my small head, letting my hair fall loosely upon my tensed shoulders. My bright blond

“My dear Clara, You’ll never know how beautiful you are to me. It’s not just the amber in your beautiful locks and your bright eyes. It’s not just your shy smile when you’ve seen that I’ve stolen glances at you. It’s not your kind words or your patience. But it is your heart….There is so much goodness in your heart. Your heart is what captivates me and makes me wish I could be your other half…” I was forced to lay back and listen to my father read a private letter that I had intended to gift a woman that I had barely known. I stared up at him, trying to read the facial expression, to understand how he felt about what he was reading. The gray hairs on his face were prickly, surrounding his lips, covering his chin and cheekbones, rising up to his nose. He has dark eyes, and I’ll admit that behind them doesn’t lie kindness. My father is a menace if you ask me. His only soft spot is my mother. I was an only child, born to carry the family line. With my being sick, any hopes of future gen

I didn’t know what kind of game this man was playing, but I didn’t dare to believe a word that was coming out of his mouth. He says he wants to help me, that was the biggest load of crap I’ve ever heard. If that was the case, why have these minion army type people surround me, with loaded guns pointed in my direction? Why kidnap me and dose me with whatever the hell Inferno is? Why keep me chained up in such a tightly sealed room? Then it made sense. He was scared of me. “Did you hear what I said?” He asked, breaking through my thoughts, ignoring the blank stare I had on my face, as I looked in his direction. “I want to help you.” I didn’t want to hear his lies. I’m sure my disbelief in him and his words showed in my facial expression and that was why he let out a disappointing sigh. He stood up, his back facing me. “You’re probably st

What’s behind the door? That was one of the millions of questions I had in the back of my head. When I tried to escape, of course I thought about it, but I also told myself what was out there was better than what was in here. At that time, I thought my life was in danger. Now, I wasn’t too sure. Will had led me to the door. He didn’t hesitate to reach out and turn the handle. There was no shock. He didn’t go flying backwards with burning skin. He was fine. It made me question if there were cameras or mics in the room, or if he had something on him that controlled the electricity that hummed through the bright lights and handle. I wondered if freedom awaited me. He stepped out first. I was right behind him, afraid that this was another trick and maybe I’d be left behind. I looked over his broad shoulders, trying to get a glance of the view ahead of us. I was followed by d

I was disappointed in myself. How could I have spent so many days, starving, waiting for a meal like this to be placed in front of me, only to eat a third of it. My stomach had trained itself to be happy with smaller portions, shrinking in size. I was full in a matter of minutes. I ignored the hard stares that Will gave me, not bothering to keep the conversation going as I ate. “How was it?” He asked, once I set the fork down on the plain china. I gave a nod, indicating that I was satisfied. “Our kitchen serves some of the best food I’ve ever tasted.” I blinked, analyzing his words. At this point, I understood that I was under a microscope. I was being watched. Someone was trying their best to understand me as a human and as a shifter. What I didn’t know was what they were going to do with that information, and how I’d be treated after they got what they want