Chapter 2:By the time I break through the trees and find the back of a brick building, I realize how delusional my dream had been. No one is here to save me but myself. I square my shoulders and slink across the rocky pavement, my bare feet hating the tiny rocks that intrude on my tender footpad. The door on this side of the building is solid metal with a small janky sign telling me it’s ‘Pop’s sports equipment’.I place my hand on the handle and yank hard, ripping the door from its hinges with a surprised yelp. Apparently, I somehow grew Hulk-sized muscles without getting any bigger. I gingerly place the door to the side as I enter the dark back room. Here is hoping that Pop stocks more than sports equipment. Like clothing and shoes. My stomach grumbles, protesting that I have neglected it for this long. I roll my eyes and pat my flat surface. Maybe I can find some snacks too.I am not disappointed when I find a whole woman’s section with soft workout clothing and some pretty sleek

***Falcon POV***The red-haired girl lies limp in my arms as I gape down at her. Her freckled cheeks smudged with dirt and wet from what I can only assume are tears, yet she is still as perfect as ever. She looks different from expected. Which is alarming considering in every life she has always been white-haired with eyes that draw you in like the sticky honey they resemble. I lean in, my nose close, but not touching her neck as I inhale. She smells the same, and her aura… She must be the Luna. Or is she? Who knows what curses the witches of this world have added to the hell she and I have both had to endure life and life again? She groans as I lift her in my arms, moving to my makeshift bed and laying her down. The mattress made of leaves will have to do for her highness tonight. As I draw away from her, my eyes latch onto the huge dirty hole in her sweatshirt. I reach out, yanking her shirt up and examining the rough scab on her right side, midway up her ribcage. The scab is wide

**Delaney POV**I try my damndest to keep my eyes off him, but it’s so surreal to be standing here with him in the flesh. Not a dream, not a vision that fades away, but real. Sure, he does not know who I am to him, or rather, who I will be to him. I’ve decided that’s what my dreams are. If I can turn into a wolf, who is to say I can’t dream about the future? And if my future is the man I have been dreaming about, then I accept.A small smirk dances along his lips as he catches me. “You know I’m not going to spontaneously turn into a wolf, right?”I laugh and shake my head. “What color is your wolf?” I ask, loading my bags back up onto my back. “Sandy blond,” He says reaching out and taking the food bag from me. “And you won’t need this. We are stopping off at my place for some real provisions, a little sleep, and then we will head out.”I perk up at the thought of that. Anything is better than that chalky shit the healthy people say tastes like a real candy bar. Spoiler alert. They

I stare at the fluffy bed calling to me, but instead of crawling right into its inviting covers, I turn toward the door. There is no way in hell that I can sleep without looking around first. Not when I’m staying in a place like this. I pull on a set of extra clothes I had in my bag and slip out the door as inconspicuously as possible. When I make it to the landing, I look over my shoulder as I throw my wet hair up in a messy bun, and then creep down the way he brought me up. The thought of sleep, though tempting, died as I entered the shower and found the marble tiles were heated. I’ve heard of such things but never experienced them. And if the bathroom and my bedroom are glorious, the rest of the house must be more exciting. As I hit the bottom level, an involuntary smile tickles my lips. First things first. I need to see the kitchen. I pad to the right, trying to keep the echoing of my bare feet from filling the open entryway. I find an enormous living room with a roaring firepla

The entire ride to the train station was one of sheer uncomfortable silence, at least on my side of the SUV. Laney, however, seemed content watching the scenery of the day fly by us. Not once did she ask me a question or turn her head to look at me. There was no music, no snoring to make me think she had fallen asleep. Just a suffocating, crazy, loud silence in the small space. A prickle up my spine a few times had me worried that maybe she had figured it out. That at least she remembers who I am and what I plan to do to her. She has always tried to run from me in the past. Then again, she has always remembered. This life for her, it is very obvious, is a stark difference not only in appearance but in personality, demeanor, everything. She is more like the girl I knew when I was in my twenties, not my four thousands.“Are you hungry?” I ask her putting the vehicle in park and finally turn to face her. She shakes her head not turning only to reach for her bag in the back. I rest my ha