Katie “You are going to make one hell of a luna!” Blaize shouts at me as he swings me up into his arms and kisses me soundly as the last rogue falls. The fifteen or so rogues left run off with their tails tucked between their legs. I do not figure that we will see them again. “Where is Jaxon?” I am frantically looking around for him but I do not see him anywhere. Dread fills me as I scream at the top of my lungs. “Jaxon!” “Don't shout, baby. I'm right here.” I turn to see him hobbling towards me, with bloody gashes all over his body. But it is the tired grin he flashes me that gets my attention and melts my insides. I jump from Blaize's arms into his. He stumbles backward with an 'oof' but stays on his feet, even when I kiss him with as much passion as Blaize just kissed me. “Do not ever scare me like that again” I shout at him when I pull back. “I won't, baby,” he promises, before he looks at Blaize. “You okay?” “Yeah. You?” Blaize asks him, checking him over. They embrace o
Two years later...Ollie I look at my wife and mate as she sits by my side. We are sitting at the head of the table in our dining hall as everyone gathers around. As alpha and luna of the pack, Sienna and I are hosting a feast for the pack, our family, and our friends to show off the birth of our son, Malcolm Oliver Vale. Named after Sienna's father and after me. He is two weeks old and he is so beautiful. Just like me, he has one eye blue and one eye silver, rather than green like mine, but he has his mother's white hair. He is the perfect mixture of his mother and me. We are over the moon with joy and love for him. Sienna has spent the last two years growing into her power. When her howl killed the rogues that day, it terrified her. But much like her screams being a weapon, her howl is as well. Now that she has been turned into a vampire as well, she is a tribrid. She is so incredibly powerful and I am in awe of her. Zachary spent months researching the mark on her fur when she
Bronwen I sit in the back yard of our dilapidated house, staring at the chipping paint and sagging porch. The house had the bones to be beautiful, a real classic like all the other Victorian-style homes lining the streets. But what those pretty houses had that this one lacked, was someone to put in the effort to maintain its charm. All this house had was a mean drunk who would rather punch holes in the wall than reinforce the warped floorboards. The wind blows hard, rattling the small structure that I am hiding in. This is what is left of an old treehouse my dad built for us years
Bronwen I go to school on Monday, dreading it even more than usual. Only a few more months until I graduate and I am counting down the days. Then I'm going to get as far away from this New England town as I can. I walk through the double doors, my steps laden with unease. I make it to my locker without any remarks being made towards me which feels like an accomplishment of sorts. I feel hopeful like I might actually survive the day. No such luck. “Oh look. It
After the last bell of the day rings, I go to my locker to drop off my textbooks before I go to meet my new friend, Morana. My last three classes of the day have the guy from the library in them. Today must be the first day that he has been in attendance because trust me, I would have noticed if he had been there any of the other days. Today in class, I tried my hardest to keep from staring at him. Thankfully, he never even seemed to notice. Maci and her friends kept grappling for his attention like the desperate leeches that they are, so I doubt he even got a chance to look around the room. Not that he would notice me even if he had gotten the chance.
Andras I am still where she left me, looking around her room, at the pictures that she was clearly embarrassed for me to see. I could tell just how uncomfortable it made her, having me in here. I witnessed the underwear debacle. I can read every emotion on her face; she is such an open book. I heard when her heart rate accelerated. I felt her body temperature rising and smelled the anxiety rising in her. I am honestly really happy that she was embarrassed to have me in here. It gave me the impression that she didn't have boys in her room often, which I took a perverse pleasure in.
Bronwen What he is really asking me is why don't I have any self-respect. I ask myself this each time I let Noah touch me. Yeah, I feel shame each time that Noah kisses me. He treats me like shit all of the time and worst of all, he has a girlfriend that he is cheating on. A girlfriend that I am helping him to cheat on. I am like a high school version of a homewrecker. “When I was thirteen, I asked him if he would be my first kiss. He flat-out rejected me. I know that he probably thought he was being gentle about it or maybe he knew he wasn't, I don't know but it was kind of harsh.
Bronwen I am ready the next morning when Morana and Andras pull up at two minutes after seven. I grab my bag and walk towards the car. Morana gets out of the passenger's seat, letting it down to access the back seats. I expect her to let me crawl back there, but before I can move, she is plopping into the space and lifting the seat back into place. “I can ride in the back,” I tell her. “Nope.” She gives me a grin. “Get in,” Andras says sternly.