As I stare into the tiny flame the old ladies words keep playing in my mind “A soul is much like a flame. It does not exist to simply be. It must be fed and nourished so that a flame becomes a fire. However, precaution is needed to handle such a thing. In one’s control it can create such beauty and flow abundantly. Although, when out of control it can become the greatest distraction that will destroy everything in its path” As I recite them once more I blow out a breath heavily.I know that this place is supposed to be Morbius’ soul but the only thing in it that I can compare to him is the darkness. Why would someone like him even need any light at all with that kind of evil living inside them? Even as I ask myself the question, I know that something feels wrong about it. I would chalk it up to the mate bond but I cant deny that a part of me doesn’t believe that he is evil. Well, it doesn’t want to believe it. Then it hits me. I have to feed the flame.I look around the darkened room

As I face my brothers dragon head on and he holds my gaze I have no idea how to feel. His dragon speaks of things that I have yet to hear from my brother. The way that he talks about their past its almost as if they seem more human to me now than monster. I believe once that no matter what we went through I would always hate him. I never could have fathomed that we would come to an understanding. Just as I go to speak to him his lips start to move. “Julia is our mate just as we are hers. I may no feel no bond to her as I do to you but I do feel something. In this instance I can see parts of the boy that this human remembers. So, from the point and standing of that boy, I swear to you that I will do right by our mate” He states the words with a solemn promise that I wont deny. “I want to believe you but I don’t know if I can. Your actions will have to speak for themselves” I state when I can think of nothing else to say. His dragon can make all the promises and wishes that he wants b

My eyes open slowly as the chattering of my own teeth wakes me. I clench them together to stop the action as I try to breath. I close my eyes at the pain that my chest moving brings me. I breath through my nose and out through my mouth several times as I try to get the tension to leave me. I groan in frustration when it doesn’t work.“Julia” I hear as someone calls my name. I open my eyes slowly as I go to look at the face. I don’t even want to open them. I was finding the black void behind my lids to be really appealing as I just focused on my breathing. When I open them slow the first thing that I see is a bunch of yellow. I frown at the brightness of the color and close my eyes once more. “Come on baby. You need to show me those pretty eyes so that I know you are okay” I hear once more. They way that the voice says it has me wanting to open my eyes. I know that I know that smooth baritone. The voice is like the sun rising on a cold winter day. It being the only source of heat as i

It’s been three days and my mate has yet to leave the room or speak a word. The trays of the delicious dishes that I have prepared especially for her have gone uneaten. She has received many visitors and yet no one can get a response from her. My ears prick as the sound of her weeping hits them and I know that she is awake once more. I can hear the slight shuffling of the sheets as she moves and her cries. My heart is breaking and there is nothing that I can do about it. in this instance I have no idea how to help my mate. I am running out of ideas to try. The one that keeps swinging through my head is my only option and its one that I truly do not want to make. I never pictured that things would go like this when we arrived back at the clan. The thoughts of the future that I had with our mate when we got home seem to no longer apply.And its all because of him. I curse once more for the brother that I have been paired with. I have gone through that last day in the facility countles

I watch as my dragon makes a threat to hers as he grinds against our mate. I tug his metal cord to prevent him from going further. For the first time my dragon directs his anger at my actions to me. I tug harder as I pull him away from her and I come forward. “I don’t want to have to throw you into a mental cage at this moment but I will. Our mate will be mine first. You must remember that she is still human and not ready for your beastly passion” I remind him “She seems as if she was handling herself just fine” he states as she looks at us quizzically. A heavy sigh leaves my chest as I think about the implications of his words. I could just ask her who she would like to be with first but I don’t know if I could handle her refusing me once more. I need her. As my skin touches hers it defines just how true my words are. My skin feels like a live wire as I hold her into my arms. Her scent burns through my nose and has my mouth watering with wanting to taste it. A growl leaves my che