Instantaneously, Waverly ducked and rolled out of the way. Her body crashed against the gravel and an electric amount of pain rushed through her once injured arm. She lifted herself up onto her elbow, attempting to gauge her strength. However, the wolf launched at her, pinning her to the ground. He growled at her, showing each of his large incisors as he opened his mouth. Waverly stretched her arm out, reaching for the stick that was beside her, while holding the wolf at bay with her other arm. She grabbed a hold of the stick and pushed it into the wolf's mouth, using the ends of it to her advantage to push the beast off of her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. All humans were conscious to what was taking place around them when they were in wolf form, so why didn't this one? It was like it couldn't decipher what was happening around it and was acting out of pure instinct. Waverly scurried to her feet and took multiple steps back away. The wolf took another jump at her, thi

Waverly watched as the sun rose the next morning. She gathered her clothes and threw a bag over her shoulder, heading down the stairs for a quick bite to eat. After a few days of rest, she felt more energetic than she had recently, even with a scratched-up arm. "Morning, dear," Aviana greeted as Waverly descended the stairs. She smiled and made her way to their small island and sat down. Aviana placed a plate of pancakes in front of her and Waverly sniffed up the scent. "Mmm, what's the special occasion?" she asked, taking a bite of the steaming food."Your success," her mother replied. "And also, you. I'm so proud of you, baby." "I second that," her father said, coming around the corner from the staircase. "You'll make one heck of a Luna." He bent down and kissed the top of her head and then acknowledged her mother in a more affectionate manner. "How did you guys—" "Isadore," they both said at the same time. Her parents laughed and for the first time since her arrival, Wave

Sawyer's eyes fell to the document again. He looked as if he was processing everything that she had told him. It was a lot for her to take in, she couldn't imagine what it was like for him. "Sawyer?" Waverly asked after a few minutes of silence. "Just give me a minute," he said, raising his hand. He kept still; his eyebrows were wrinkled as he concentrated on a spot on the table. Then, he lifted his gaze to meet hers; they were pained and for the first time, he had realized that she could be on to something. "Are you okay?" she questioned, stepping closer to him. "I—" he let out a sigh. Waverly reached out and put a hand over his across the table, and he didn't pull back. Her thumb rubbed the back of his hand, tenderly and instead of rejecting her, he put his other hand on top of hers. "I'm sorry," she said, looking back into his eyes. "For what?" "For…well, for a lot. This—but also a few nights ago. I didn't mean to go against your word…I really thought I would be safe

Waverly couldn't tell where she was anymore. She felt like she was floating in mid-air in some other world. Looking in front of her, she saw the shadow man. His light-grey figure allowed her to see some features from a distance, such as his tall frame and distinct jaw. He started walking towards her and the closer he got, the more in focus he became until he was clear. It was Sawyer. Her eyes shot open and she looked to the sky. The sun was past the moon and down behind the mountains with the stars now lighting up the evening sky. Waverly cast her eyes to her hand, which was left dangling alone. Horrified, she tossed her gaze upwards and saw Sawyer standing there, in all of his perfection, turning his hands inside and out in amazement. He faced her and both of them stood still, looking at each other wide-eyed. "It…"Was this a dream? Soon, she was going to wake up in her bed in Boulder Creek, and the past day would be just a wishful fantasy. She watched as a green-like mist swirle

After the Lunar Eclipse, Waverly stopped seeing the shadow man. Instead of in her dreams, he now appeared to her in real-life, in the form of her mate, Sawyer Einar. Except every now and then, she would still sketch the mysterious figure, who began more as a silhouette and now, resembled a darkened, black mass. Waverly sat in the chair by the window, just as she had done when she arrived at Trinity Mountains over seven months ago, only now, she was in the art room that Sawyer had commissioned for her. Her reflection bounced off the glass standing between her the town below, which was exploding with wolves and people alike. She focused on her sketch, which was unlike anything she had drawn before—the mass was the same in shape and size, but in the centre, she had traced two eyes that blended with the colour of the form they shared, as well as stood out, like they were staring back at her. The opening of the door startled her, and Waverly jumped slightly in her spot. "Sorry to star