Ari Whitten Novels & Stories

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

I lean on my desk, “I’m sure, Mom. I get this tingly feeling everytime she’s close to me. My wolf stirs up in her presence. Her scent is magnificent.” “No no no no. This can’t be happening. Not to you.” She stands up, pacing up and down my office. “What do you mean by that?” “Arthur, you cannot have a human mate. It’s not possible. I prayed to the moon goddess, everyday, to spare you from this heartbreaking bond.” Tori bursts out. I know why she’s saying this. “Do you not believe I’m good for her?” I ask her. “No, Arthur. You are not good for her.” She shouts at me.