The first thing I noticed as I woke up was the familiar silence. It was the kind of stillness that only came in the dead of night, when the world was asleep and nothing stirred. I lay in bed for a moment, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, feeling the weight of the silence pressing down on me like it usually did.Then I stretched my hand and switched on the light.I sat up, letting the cool air wash over me, feeling the sheets fall away from my skin. The early morning sun cast a soft glow over my room, illuminating the familiar.As I stretched and yawned, I felt the familiar pull of the day ahead. There were challenges to face, decisions to make, people to see. But for this moment, I was alone, with nothing but the morning and my thoughts.I took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill my lungs, and let it out slowly. It was time to face the day, and I was very excited, because I was positive that it was going to be a very good day. I could smell it, feel it in the air. I was very

Hot Damn I gasped, the moment I found myself in my sitting room. What on earth had just happened? I rubbed my face with my palm, heart still racing as I sat down on a sofa. I was still very hard and I took several breaths trying to calm my nerves as my mind kept going back to Lora and the hot sex It was ..words could not explain it. Glorious. That was the only word I could come up with. I have no idea what kept drawing me back to her all the time. I felt a pull towards her. Maybe it was my curiosity or the bond which demanded that I go to her every night. Three nights now on a roll. But which each sunset, I felt a pull to her, to touch her This time I had wanted to ask her some questions about her identity. What she really was, but the moment I had looked into the room from the window and saw her sprawled on the bed like a goddess, touching herself I lost all coherent thoughts, and the only thought my brain could process was to touch her, to feel her, to possess. And I wasn

The next few days were pretty much the same.Spending the days with Sophia, cooking, talking or picking up flowers, and then every night, Blake climbing through my window for a hot sex, after which we would cuddle and he would be gone by the time I woke up.And my father has started preparing for his wedding with Yvonne.Of course, because everytime I see them, I always get annoyed. I just tried my best to avoid them. To avoid seeing them at all Blake and I haven't talked about the threats or the rejection.We never brought it up and somewhere deep down in my heart I was glad.Because the sooner we discovered who was responsible for the threats the sooner we would have to sever the bond, and as for now I was not ready for that.But would I ever be ready for it though?Not likely, I thought as I felt the soreness between my legs from last night's vigorous sex activity.Blake had come with a huge appetite and I was more than happy to serve him.And after we both came, he had held me cl

As Sophia and I stumbled out of the alleyway, we were confronted with another group of masked men. This time there were six of them, and they had weapons more dangerous than knives.I felt a sense of panic rising in my chest. I didn't know if I could take on so many attackers at once. But then, out of nowhere, a figure appeared behind us."Get behind me," Blake said, his voice calm and steady. "I'll handle this."I felt a breath escape me in relief.Sophia and I quickly complied, huddling together behind Blake as he took a defensive stance. I could see the muscles in his arms bulging as he readied himself for the fight.The attackers advanced, their weapons raised. But Blake was faster than any of them. He moved with a fluid grace that I had never seen before, striking out with a series of kicks and punches that left the men reeling.I watched in awe as he took down attacker after attacker, his movements precise and calculated. He seemed to be in complete control, even as the men came

LOLA'S POVThe sun this particular morning was not merciful at all. Scorching angrily, just like my feelings.Despite the AC in the room, I was still sweating, although I could not tell if it was the heat from the sun or the heat from my anger."You need to calm down, Lora," Sophia said, her eyes on the crotchet she was knitting, but I ignored her, still rummaging through the box on her bed. "Lora….""I need to find it, it has to be here somehow," But I've been searching for minutes, box after box, yet I couldn't find what I was looking for.My Mother's Diary."Maybe it's not," Sophia Said, but I didn't want to believe her.My mother had kept all her treasures hidden in these five different boxes and had given me the keys. I'm sure that somehow, if I find her diary there would be something written in there about me.Like why I had to be treated as an outcast in my own home and why werewolves would want to kill me.My heart squeezed as I recalled the attack from the day before. I was