บททั้งหมดของ Art Of A Girl: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 37

SAMMYI pace the floor. I'm sick with worry. I'm supposed to be concentrating on other things, but not seeing Bastian for the last three days, has my stomach twisted in knots."Sammy, please. We need to continue."I glance at Wren. Bastian sent her to me two days ago to see if she can assess my wolf. Plus, she's a trained fighter so she's like my personal bodyguard right now."Wren, I can't train. It's been so long. I need to know what's going on." I shake my hand as I pace.She walks over and stops me. Her big, blue eyes stare at me. "I get that you're scared. But, Sam, Bastian wanted you to train. You should train. Ok? Come on." She waves me into the middle of the training room."Now, relax." She shakes herself out.I copy her. I blow out a breath.She puts up a finger. "Remember. Call the wind, but don't shift. Ok? Concentrate."I close my eyes and call the wind. It blows a little gust then dies. I flop my arms at my side. "I can't do it.""Sammy, you can do this. Just try." Wren s

BASTIAN I'm lying in the cot, healing, when my head explodes with Sam's blood curdling scream. I jolt up holding my head. "Sammy?" I try to mind link her. "Sammy!" Getting no response, I run to find River. I finally find him. He's been bitten in the side and bleeding. Jay's helping him to the medical tent. "Fuck. You, ok?" I look at the wound. He winces. "I will be." "Listen. Sam's in trouble. I have to go." I look at them both. "What? How do you know." Jay asks. "She screamed through the link. I have no time. I have to go now." I say. "I'll go with you." Jay says. We drop River off with the medics and shift. Running back to Black Rock. "Please be ok." I beg over and over. I look at the moon as I run. It's higher now. "I'm coming Sammy." I dig in and run as fast as I can. An hour later were entering the property. I shift and run for the house. "Why is it dark?" "Don't know." Jay skids to a stop. "Bastian." He points to the outside walls. I look at the wall of my house

BASTIANMy head is still reeling from everything that's happened over the last few months.I sit at my desk at the Falcon Ridge Prison. Trying to work, but I desperately want to get home to Sam. I'm not finished celebrating my mate bond with her.I'm going through the prison reports that the now dead doctor left for me in my email. I delete them all, but I can't help but think there might be some merit to his idea. There may be some here who could use a rehabilitation program. I'll have to discuss it with the next Head Alpha.As far as it being me, I left that months ago. Sam and my pack were more important than any job promotion. When I do go for it again in the future, it'll be on my record. Not my popularity. Because I realize I was living a fantasy. A dream world I created that I only lived in. I was oblivious to the way I sounded and acted toward people.That man will never exist again. Now that I have Sam, I don't care about frivolous things. Money may buy a lot of things, but i