Casper_lve

Waking up from a nightmare always had my heart racing, but this time I had been crying. Slowly sitting up in bed I touched two fingers to my cheek, feeling the dampness that was my tears. When I woke up like this I never remembered what it was I had been dreaming. So could I call it a nightmare or just a really bad dream?.... Sitting up slowly and letting my legs hang over the side of the bed, I inhaled deeply but that only made me sniffle. Sighing, I used my pillow to whip my face, then flipped it over. Gross "Hey." His voice was husky from sleep, and I felt a warm large hand midway up my back. I turned looking behind me and faced him, his hand was now on my side and it felt nice being so warm. "Hi sorry, go back to bed." I rubbed my face with my palm. He sat up blinking sleep from his eyes, his bright green eyes flickered to those of a brilliant gold before he blinked and they were back to his normal green, his eyebrows were pulled tight together, looking a little concerned. It no longer bothered me no scared me when I saw his eyes shift from his own to his wolfs. "Hey what's wrong?" He cleared his throat. Giving him a warm smile I scooted closed to him in bed, put my head to his chest and sighed. "Its nothing, I just woke up and had been crying.... I guess." His whole body was so warm, it felt like he was on fire, but whenever I had asked if he was too warm he always said that was just his normal temperature. He wrapped his arms around me, making me feel safe and warm. It came in handy when the nights were cold like this. "Another nightmare? Or you don't remember again?" He started to stroke my hair. I peeked up at him from under my lashes, and lifted my head slightly. "I can't remember." "Of course." His heart beat was steady, and there was a rumble in his chest as I heard him chuckle. His arms dropped from around me as his palm came up to caress my check. I leaned into his touch, stealing the warmth from it as we watched each other. His face was a couple inches from mine. I watched his lips, then back up at his eyes. He smirked, knowing what I was silently asking, as he brought his face closer to mine, only a hairs breath. His breathing was warm on my face as I closed my eyes in anticipation of the feel of his lips on mine. Wolves rarely took humans for a mate he once said, and I was lucky I was his.

He stood there six feet tall, bare chested in nothing but sweat pants like if nothing were wrong. His hair was tousled in the hottest way, making my core wet for him. I couldn't stop staring at the v that led down his torso to the great beyond. My mouth watered at the thought of what layed just beyond the boarder line of the top part of his sweats. The sound of his throat clearing caused me to practically jump out of my skin from embarrassment. Averting my eyes further north, as a sly smirk spread on his perfectly pink lips. "Like what you see little wolf?" his voice deep and husky, making my knees buckle under me. "No." I squeaked all to fast. In one quick step he was behind me his lips at my ear. He was too fast way to fast for me to react. "Your body says different." He whispered while his teeth grazed my ear as he spoke, his warm breath fanned my skin, making me shiver.

I wasn't born this way, I was made. I had a choice, and I chose this path. To stay by the side of the one man who made me feel welcome and gave me a home. The one man I would call my father. That is, until I met him. But it was a curse to be like me or them. A turned, you don't age, no children, nothing. Just stuck at the age you were turned. Its not something I would wish on anyone. You get lonely after a while, and finding company is dangerous. There are some who are either insane with blood lust from lack of control or find themselves so high and mighty them created their own way in life. Then in few cases you have the born, not every child survives the transformation. A women in labor about to give birth is bitten, and once her child is born the child is just like the creator, if the child survives. Lets go back, way back, so you understand the history, my history and his, our story.

Screams filled the air both women and children alike, the smell of blood was so think it practically choked you. No one asked for this war, but it was a necessary evil. Teeth ripped at flesh as Michael clawed his way passed guards and servants down the halls of the Cross house. Walls that were once colorful and bright were now covered in their own packs blood. There was a buzzing in Michaels head, someone was trying to communicate with him, opening the bond he heard Ari's voice in his mind. 'So many people are dyeing, innocent people...' ________ A young man was lied too for years, and has no idea who he really is. He tries to reclaim what was once his family's, and his fated mate is the daughter of a man who murdered people for his own gain, and suppressed his father, leaving him the sole heir to the largest pack in the world. A young women with the likeness of a past life, returns to haunt her father. She knows nothing, and finds out her mates family origin. Will she stay and be with him or with someone else take her as his own by force. This book is broken up into parts