Willow X Rash Novels & Stories

Reid It’s been a few hours now, and Willow hasn’t woken up yet. Her fingers were slightly frostbitten, but nothing severe and her ankle had a mild sprain that should heal in a few days if she rests enough. What worried the doctors were the fact that Willow is asthmatic, but she was out in the cold for over 5 hours. Her lungs were healing, and she was breathing independently, but she still hadn’t woken up. So here I was, sitting next to her hospital bed with her hand in mine and praying that she would wake up soon.

But Sebastian stopped me by the door. “Can we talk?” he asked softly. “Now?” I hesitated, glancing at Adam, who was watching us from across the room. “Just for a moment,” Sebastian insisted. I sighed, nodding. “Alright.” Sebastian: We stepped outside, the crisp air of WillowRidge biting against my skin. She stood with her arms crossed, her expression guarded. “I just… wanted to check on you,” I said awkwardly. “After last night.” “I’m fine, Sebastian,” she replied, her voice firm. “But I need space.”

It was to keep from embarrassing him. Suddenly I cant stand the shower any longer. I need to run. Sasha is begging me to let her out. She wants to feel the wet land under her feet. The humid air hitting her lungs and begging us to go slower as we push our wolf body. “Please, Willow? I will make sure to go nowhere near the pull of the mate bond or areas he frequents. We can get away and get our heads on straight before dealing with this situation. I turn the water off. But something isn’t right. I tilt my head using my super human senses to find the off putting reason.

Willow's voice rose with resentment as she covered her rash-covered face in distress. Mrs.Willow, please calm down. Finding the source of the illness is important now. I comforted her. According to Mrs.Willow, she attributed her skin allergy to eating pastries. However, if it were just food poisoning, the rash wouldn't persist for two months. Moreover, considering Mrs.Willow's noble status, the kitchen would undoubtedly be vigilant and not make the same mistake twice. Yet, Mrs.Willow's condition worsened, indicating that the real source wasn't food but something else.

I wouldn't let her go anywhere without me anyway. I walked inside and stopped at Willow's door. It was cracked and I could see her sitting on the bed. I knocked and she told me to come in. " Are you okay?" She asked me as I walked in. She stood and came over to my arms. She pushed on my side making me flinch a little bit. "I'm okay Willow. Just a little sore. Perk of being a werewolf. We heal quickly." She smiled up at me. Her beautiful emerald green eyes staring into mine.

He seemed like a little dog obeying his master, It was as if Daisy had an unwarranted control over him, and I despised it more than anything, it irritated me to no end. I couldn't resist making disapproving faces and gestures while hoping to convey my embarrassment towards Christopher's behavior. As I stood there, fully immersed in my silent protest, an unexpected force pushed me from behind, causing me to stumble and fall right in front of Christopher and Daisy. It was Willow, the notorious troublemaker. She hastily apologized, her voice dripping with insincerity. "Oh my goodness! I am so sorry," Willow exclaimed, pretending that the act had been unintentional. Satisfied with her accomplish

Layla POV All the pups that Willow brought with her now have homes; it never ceases to amaze me how quickly children can adapt to new surroundings. Willow and Riley have marked each other. Willow is a beautiful she-wolf with a loving nature; Riley and Willow are perfect for each other. Darius and I are on our way to my territory; Anita has gone into labor, and Diana is there, but both Zach and Anita have asked if I could be with her in case Zach passes out as Drew did.

I sprint in Willow’s directly, catching a single glimpse of her undone state as she slips through the front door. “Willow!” I chase her down, the white gravel biting into my bare feet, but she’s already at her car, roughly tossing her suitcase into the backseat. I glance behind us, seeing Aris standing in the shadow of the front porch, his eyes shining a bright silver in the dim light, and when I pivot to face my friend, I see her tears. “What’s wrong? What are you doing?”

She urged Beth to move faster, but the other woman’s intoxication made speed impossible. As they passed an alleyway, a sharp whistle echoed through the air. A group of men were gathered under a flickering streetlight, their predatory gazes locked on them. One of them pushed off the wall, standing tall as they approached. “Faster, Beth! Move!” Willow hissed. “I don’t wanna!” Willow didn't look back again until they reached her vehicle. She fumbled for her keys, her hands shaking. More footsteps reached her ears—multiple sets now, closing in fast. She fished out her phone and a canister of wolf-bane spray, her knuckles white.

The absurdity of the situation hit Willow all at once. … It was almost 10:00 p.m. when Willow got home. She tossed her car keys and bag onto the floor in the entryway, wandered barefoot into the house, and sat on the couch for a while before heading to the shower. She removed her makeup in front of the mirror, revealing her naturally beautiful face. She threw the makeup wipe into the trash and cranked the shower to full blast. The bathroom echoed with the rushing water, and soon the entire bathroom was steamy with heat.