My Time At Sandrock Fang นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"So, let me take you back to the days when Kyle and I were just troublemaking kids with big dreams and even bigger imaginations." Evelyn leaned in, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Oh, I can't wait to hear this. What kind of trouble did you two get into?" Sandro chuckled, a flood of memories washing over him. "Well, there was this one time we decided to be 'explorers' and ventured into the woods behind our neighborhood. We were convinced we'd discover hidden treasures or maybe even a secret passage to another world." Sophia and Evelyn burst into laughter, envisioning the young Sandro and Kyle embarking on their grand expedition. The laughter echoed against the canyon walls, creating a

Her black dress clung like silk to her shape, and her hair gleamed in a perfect knot at the back of her head. “How did you meet Morgan?” Bella asked softly, curiosity breaking through the storm of her thoughts. Sandra’s smile was faint, soft, nostalgic. “A market. 1880s. I was almost nineteen, and very alone.” Bella blinked. “Eighteen-eighty?” Sandra nodded. “Hybrids don’t burn through years the way mortals or wolves do. Time bends differently for us.” Her expression dimmed. “I hadn’t found my mate. I was on the verge of being sold off—forced to bind myself to a man old enough to be my father. Then Morgan appeared. He… intervened.”

Was someone going to check my room and find me missing? As I ran it through my mind, I confirmed that the only person that ever dropped by was Sandra and since she knew, that meant I would most likely maybe be in my human world already before anyone noticed. I had also taken extra precautions and told Luke that I was going to take two days break which he gladly gave me especially since I had given him my dress submission for the week. “Whew!” I sighed in relief as soon as the engine revved. It was hard to keep track of what was happening outside but Sandra had mentioned that it would take close to two hours for them to get out of the territory that their pack occupied.

Marcus had looked at the ceiling for a long moment. Then he’d said “Ground rule 23. Sandy gets the blue mug every time. Non negotiable.” Sandy had looked at him. “Obviously,” she’d said. Tuesday morning. October. 3 years and one week since she’d come home in Damon’s arms from a hospital 5 weeks earlier than planned. She was at the kitchen table drawing something. The drawing required significant concentration, her tongue between her teeth, the pen moving with the specific deliberateness of someone who had an image in her head and was committed to its accurate reproduction.

And this time, I wasn't running away. I was running toward something. Something even Bryan, with all his ambitions, had never seen coming. The monitors beeped steadily as I felt another presence in the room. Through half-closed eyes, I saw Sandra slip in, a syringe in her hand. Well. Looked like my hour just got a lot shorter. I smiled, letting my wolf rise to the surface. Time to show her what a desperate mother was really capable of.

Sarah did not stir, which was expected. Twenty minutes had long passed, well that was according to me. I had already lost my sense of time. By the time I believed I was done, I was exhausted and sweating. It did not matter if it did not perform a miracle, all it had to do was buy us time. I sat down, something did not feel right. Was I dizzy because I was tired or because the venom had found some way into my bloodstream? They let me catch my breath. "Look!" Sandra exclaimed, pointing at something. "The road is clearing. They will be here soon."

I just never thought I'd actually go there myself. The sounds of trains and buzzing people welcomed my ears as soon as I got out of the pod. After almost two hours of goodbyes with my siblings, I was able to calm down the twins who wouldn't stop crying after knowing I'd be leaving today. Audrey, Ginie, and Fran won't stop asking me to come back soon, and while they cried too, it wasn't as hard as the twins. Jonas, the youngest, was strangely quiet, and I figured maybe he was just too young to understand what was happening.

Not wanting to break the moment where I was actually showing him tenderness, Putting my hand over his I said innocently in a charming tone, “I am sorry but I think Sandra is murdered.” My lips began to quiver a bit, averting my gaze from his but he made me look at him, “How?” He asked seriously, raising an eyebrow. “Why did the rocks fall at the exact time when Sandra was there and everyone left? And how did they fall in the first place? Where do they come from? If you say… Can I go there.. just to check whether it’s just my imagination or not?... this is what I can at least do for you guys… in this harsh time.”

I always knew how to make her feel guilty. "Okay then. Its on. But we can't return home late. My mom will flip " "Of course." Sandra and I agreed on the perfect pick up time. And since it was a Friday. We didn't have to worry about sleeping tired. Well for Sandra's sake.. Werewolves never got tired.

He laughed at my actions but said nothing. We laid there on bed extremely silent. His hand was rubbing slow circles on my back while I was clinging to him. He was deep in thoughts again and I wanted to see a smile on his face. "Do you remember I give you a sand bath?" I asked him recalling the memory of my childhood. Mom and dad used to take us to a beach in summer to play. Jake and Madeline would sometime tag along with us. As a little kid, I liked to play with sand. Eric and I would make things from the sand then break them. I didn't know who told me to open my sand spa. I started asking everyone to come and get a sand spa from me. I was around six at that time.