October 6th, 2013 ~5 weeks pregnant~Angelica Grandma and Grandpa left my bedside reluctantly when I told them I would be fine on my own for the night which gave Garcia a chance to tell Lu what was happening and for them to sneak into my ward to talk about the plan. Garcia had gathered seventy-five thousand dollars and put it into a new bank account under the new name she gave me: Felicity Walters. When I asked her how and where she got the money she just shrugged and muttered something about an inheritance. She didn't seem like she wanted to talk about it so I let it be while she gave me a new passport, drivers licence, ID card, fake birth certificate, etc, and gave me the new city I was going to live in. Paris. I was a bit disappointed that I wasn't going to Spain, but there are a lot of Werewolves which live all over Spain and Paris has the lowest count o

Dmitri ValentineDmitri wondered through the lively city of Paris, wrapping his coat around him as a chilly wind brushed his cheeks. It was late afternoon yet the coldness had yet to subside. Most of Dmitri's morning consisted of his mother trying to introduce him to the 'lovely' Amelia Keegan while his father was lecturing him on how to be a strong King. When Dmitri finally managed to get away from his parents, he had this Amelia girl attempting to call him on his phone, annoyed that his mother had the audacity to give his number to her. Mindlessly wandering into a cafe, Dmitri felt a tiny body collide with his. "Ouch!" A tiny, sweet voice yelped and he saw a dainty looking woman on the ground, rubbing her backside, her lips pursed angrily at him as she gestured to her coat. "I usually like to drink my coffee, not wear it."Dmitri stared at her. He took in her looks as if she were his own reflection in a mirror. Her red hair framed her face i

Gabriel Gabriel stood a far distance away from the Werewolves so they couldn't smell his scent as they lowered his mates' casket. Angelica was apparently dead, he thought suspiciously. His lip tilted up in one corner as he smirked, suspecting foul play. If she had really died, he would have felt it. Because, even though he left her, he never actually rejected her properly; so their souls are still bound. If she died, he would have felt the cut, a burning knife to his chest.A whole pack, perhaps five maybe six hundred Werewolves, stood around the lowering casket, all wearing white, as is tradition - he could venture no further. Even though they would not dare kill a member of the Black family, his trespassing is enough to ignite a battle. Although Gabriel could care less about those pitiful excuses for Werewolves, he knew Angel cared for them and he didn't want to hurt her anymore.He was scanning the people, his eyes roam

GabrielIt took five hours, but the girl finally cracked. It took a silver knife cutting into her skin, maybe a few slices of flesh here and there, a very, very tiny amount of liquid wolfsbane injected into her bloodstream and the threat of her mate being murdered but she finally gave up his Angel's whereabouts - Paris. The girl even gave him an address.Now, Gabriel was on his way to see the only person who could help him get into Paris and find his mate.The Refuge wasn't an easy place to get into let alone find, but being a Black had its perks. No one denied you anything, even information or subtle favors. Convincing his fathers' driver to take him to the Refuge wasn't easy but once it was done all he had to do was pay the man to keep quiet and they were then on their way to the Refuge. The drive was long and silent, but soon they were parked in front of giant golden gates. Pressing a button on the das

Angelica Dmitri stared at me, wide-eyed with shock as the words I uttered moments ago began sinking in. He was still so close to me, our breaths mingling and our bodies almost touching. My chest was beginning to tighten as he continued to say nothing yet continued to stare at me. I didn't know if he was angry, distraught, happy or anything like that. Shocked, yes, that emotion is written all over his face. But how else did he feel? I had no idea. It wouldn't surprise me if he left me here and now, I mean, I'm pregnant with another mans child while we were dating (even if it was just the one date, but still it was amazing). It's hard for Werewolf couples to date if they have children with another because their wolves easily get jealous especially a male becoming jealous of his partners' son or sons and, in extreme cases, the male wolf wants to get rid of the competition. There are ways to prevent that from happening, by bonding the coupl