Blake stood there, horror-stricken by the sight of Aurora in a werewolf form. A form he exactly looked like now. He shifts back slowly but he couldn’t turn around and run away. He was stunned and frightened at the same time that it made it difficult for him to process everything at once. First Kendrix shows up out of nowhere, second, he was spilling secrets and now Aurora was standing in four feet that he never in his wildest dreams thought she could do that. How could she stand on four feet? He could only push his claws out and grow some hair out and get a slight change on his face. But here she was changing into a complete wolf. His chest was heaving up and down—he wanted to run as far away as he could. It wasn’t because he was afraid of her… everything was too much for him to process at the moment. Before he could blink, she had returned to her normal form and walked over to him. “Blake,” she called out softly, trying to calm his panic. He shook his head briskly as he moved

She hates how see-through she was—how he could just read her by her effects, her expressions. She always tried to stay calm whenever she was around him but it was impossible. It wasn’t because he makes her weak or gives her butterflies, no—he was unpredictable and could do the most unmanageable things. Her heart was racing, her breathing was shallow. He smirked, still strolling around her room and touching her things—he sensed that she was tensed and his presence was making her perturbed. But he doesn’t seem to care that she wasn’t contented with him being in her room. She watched as he picked up a bottle of perfume from her dressing mirror and sprayed decent amount on the back of his wrist. He brought it to his nose and sniffed. “Lavender… smells just like you. I love it,” he commented. She furrowed her brows, feeling the urge to pin him down and draw her sharp claws over his fine face. She hates how she just thought he was fine. He has a good-looking face, she couldn’t argue with

He stared at her for a moment, thinking how did he possibly let this girl to have the room to disrespect him. It made him angrier knowing he couldn’t do anything to her. He loved her too much to even punish her. He knows this wasn’t her real self. She was blindly in love with someone that might be against her kind and has the plan to terminate her and her entire family. “Fine, I’m sorry. We shouldn’t keep them waiting, its disrespectful,” he said, almost swallowing his tongue when he apologized. She scoffed, shaking her head. She knew he only said that so she wouldn’t embarrass him in front of his family. She wasn’t going to—she wasn’t that brutal and insane as he was. She hurriedly entered the bathroom, not wanting to think of how ridiculous the interior was in here. She looked at her face in the mirror and almost screamed, seeing mascara smeared all over her face. He was right, she wouldn’t want to meet them looking like a miserable widow. She washed up her face and cleaned her e

The sun burst through the window and danced along the room, illuminating everything it touched as if trying to say ‘good day’. She grimaced, trying to avoid the bright sun from bringing her awake but failed. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Blake had his arms around her like his life depended on her or she was going to escape from his hold. She smiled as she brought her fingers to his face and caressed his freckles. He looked so peaceful sleeping while sitting on the hard floor. Her soft fingers, cold woke him up and his eyes slowly fluttered open. He proximately smiled the moment their eyes met. “How did we sleep in here?” He asked, getting to his feet. The last thing he could remember was cuddling up into each other and saying nothing until they unintentionally dozed off. He helped her up and they exited the building. They began walking without even knowing exactly where they were heading. They both weren’t ready to say goodbye. It felt like if they part ways, it w

It’s day nine or ten or maybe eight… she had lost count. She had lost count of the night Kendrix tried to mate with her or whatever he had in mind that night. She wasn’t sure—but it didn’t seem like he was up to any good. He was never up to good. She rolled over to the other side of the bed. It was also the last time she saw Blake. She knew he had came out looking for her several times but she never shows up. The last time she was out there was when she last saw Blake—the night the mend the bond Kendrix tried to demolish. She heaved a sigh of grief, unsure of what exactly she’s upset about. The only thing she knew was there are so many things to be angry about. Kendrix… her father…Though Kendrix haven’t showed up in her house since the night he came and took her to his pack. But it feels as if he was in her house—in her room. It felt like he was lurking in her closet and scrutinizing her every movement. She hates how he has gotten so much affect on her. How he is now a part of her