บททั้งหมดของ Mated by fate: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Tammy's POV "No, sir." "You say you didn't notice anything suspicious about the patient's behavior last night?" "No, sir," I repeat to the officer for the umpteenth time in an hour, starting to regret reporting the opened window of last night. He sighs. "Ma'am, I know you must be tired from last night and you most likely want to get some rest, but I'll need you to be more cooperative if you want that to happen. Your two worded replies won't suffice." He seems stuck on the opinion that I'm hiding something from him. Even if I am, it isn't something that would help him out. Putting on the most innocent act I can muster, I tell him, "I promise I'm not keeping anything from you. I've told you all that there is to know. He squints his eyes at me slightly, a disbelieving look playing on his face. "If you say so, ma'am," he replies and walks away. He glances over his shoulder at me, and I smile at him with a shrug. I should have been sleeping at home by now. But since I was the

Adam's POV I go to stand by my window, looking out to the vast spread of trees around us. The moon hangs low in the sky, casting a dewy haze over the surrounding forest. During normal times, observing the moon this way brings me a sense of calm, but I can't help but be filled with worry and unease for my people, as the time for the full moon is fast approaching. The full moon which should be something to be celebrated by werewolves, is a time that fills members of my pack, the skyline pack, with fear and trepidation. The curse on our pack, tied to the full moon, has already began to rear its ugly head, claiming the lives of five members of my pack already in just a day. My father, the alpha, has gone to witches to see they can reverse the curse, but despite their efforts, it only seems to grow stronger. I fear that if it isn't revoked soon enough, it would lead to all our demise.Taking the sick ones to the hospital isn't an option, as they might manifest signs that are abnormal t

Tammy's POV I close the front door of my house with a sigh, sliding down it and letting out a huff as I bury my face in my palms. As I try to shake off the feeling of unease, I realize I need to take action. I left the cafe feeling even more drained than I did when I got there. The encounter is still fresh in my mind, and I'm torn between helping out the mystery man's people and avoiding him and the mystery surrounding him.An idea strikes me, that has me jumping up from my place on the ground and scrambling around to find my laptop, as I'm determined to uncover more information about the mystery man. After a few minutes of searching, I finally find the laptop in my room, under a pile of clothes on my beanbag chair. "How did it even get here?" I chuckle, picking it up and turning it on as I move to sit on my bed.I open a browser and begin typing to search for the mystery man, but then it hits me that I don't even know his name or any means of finding out who he is. I jog my memo

Adam's POV "Father," I greet, stepping into the light of my father's room. My father turns to face me, his arms held together behind his back. "Adam. I had expected you to be here sooner." He had summoned me earlier, but I wasn't able to come immediately. I went for a walk in my human form during the early hours of the morning, before letting my wolf, Thane, out for a run. The walk was intended to help me clear my head of doubts. After seeing Tammy last night, and the way she looked so unbothered about everything - not that I want for her to be bothered - I was filled with the thought that she'd decline my offer. I couldn't resist the urge to see her, so I went to where she lives. Luckily, she came to stand by the window and I was able to catch a glimpse of her before I left. Realizing that I had drifted off in thought, I clear my throat and then respond. "I'm sorry, father. I was on a run when I got your message. I got here as soon as I could," I explain. He nods his head and

Tammy's POV I tried thinking up reasons why my grandad would have such a cryptic book, and none of them seemed to make any sense to me. And if that was the book he used to read me, why aren't there any proper wordings on it? How was he able to read it. The only person I was able to think of who can provide even a few answers to my questions, is Grandma Shannon, Papa's old friend. Which is why I'm taking a walk to her bookstore, in hopes that she would provide me with some answers. I walk into the dimly lit store, and the musty scent of dry wood and old books envelopes me immediately, making me feel a bit at home. I smile to myself as I move to the front desk, my mind flooded with the memories of the afternoons I spent here as a child. This place used to be my haven, as I did not have friends back then. I used to help Grandma Shannon organize the books, and sometimes she let me go home with a book or two. "Tammy!" Grandma Shannon greets as I approach her, rising from her