am scared that if I touch something, it will break, shatter, and get me i

way down the same hallway, the one that le

me, looking rathe

e was a girl in the same one a

art starts to pick up pace and my nerves spike. The intoxicating scent of my mate fills my nose. Henry lightly knocks on the door, and I

ing at his desk, as before he looks powerful and intimidating. I begin to feel extremely nervous. Something about this ma

es when he reaches only a few steps away, but he comes closer un

e music to my ears. He rolls the very soft fabric i

queak. I no longer have dirt smeared my face and dusty clothes, but my hair

needs to be set free," I say

is touch soft on my skin, and I only begin to want more. The

ks, and I look away, not wanting him to see me as a gushing fool. I have never been in a relationship before, let alone kissed a boy. Obviously, at eight yea

t me,"

about mates. I barely remember my old pack." I gaze up at him and look

rdens. "Why are you

need for him to know. My grandmother chose life this way, so I obey. My t

do not know? Have yo

e?" I questi

he cannot believe what I am

get back to her. She doesn't know where I am." Suddenly a man comes through the office doors, and he seems startled. The Alpha immediately looks

id of

alled me a rogue, so why did they not get rid of me? "What

hest. My eyes stay fixed on his bulging muscles, like a fourteen-year-old girl. I quickly snap myself o

f course, it is not that easy. My mate grabs my shoulders and turns me back around, back fac

think so,

r is okay. At least let me check on h

ht, but you are

ke you away from yo

I don't want to risk your safety, and

me roughly when I step outside. Following him out the door, my attention drifts as my eyes watch the tall grass by t

watch m

the Alphas king. Will I become Luna? The girl that was locked in an attic then hidden at her grandmother's house, the girl who speaks to a person no one else can see. I do not sound

t trying to cause

in the directi

one of them being Ryker. The other two look to be standing against th

seems to be something going on. As I look closer and think harder, I

hat direction, driving me awa

rm. "Just a minute ago you were begging to see you

m his grasp. "Those are the rogues, what are they doing?" My mate

ot going o

o take me in. I can feel my mate behind me. Surprisingly, I notice an object

begins, and

, I start to move faster. "He has a gun," I glance back at sh

ing to hurt those people,

ve to s

mate says harshly. "D

ice me hurrying towards them. "I see your gun!" I yell to Ryker as

as if he did not hear me. "We are leaving," my mate tell

the weapon from Rykers gr

says carefully and reaches his hand

e at Ryker. "You were goi

Alpha orde

to him. "You ordered these people to be ki

y and hold the gun up out of fear. The nozzle points directly at his

to kill me-you c

He steps closer. "Why wo

. "I-I... All I want is

an do

n my cell," I order, the gun still pointing at him. Obviously, I

do that,"

izing that there is indeed

y into mine, making me clench my free hand into a fist. "Now give me th

lled me a rogue and all I did was

lls out. "We did not know this was claimed la

ain, this time gripping my arm, holding me in place. Knowing that if he gets it,

ld the gun u

ets go im

nd this time I see the fea

, please. M

hey are

air. "Fine, let them go, I don

girl in

lous Alpha. She's just a littl

m no

the gun, pulling it down. The weapon almost slips from my gra

ngel

ts of blood stained on my palm. The sight of the red liquid sends my head into an inevitable spin, as the sight of blood has always m

topping me from tumbling to the dirt. This soothing feeling is like no other; this feeling

dying from plainly being wrinkled and weak was likely not going to come true, never did I think I would die because of my own accidental, panic-stricken ac

iotic choices I'm going to kill you-

e holding onto me for dear life. My hand again lightly pats the back of my head, send

re you t

f my unintentional wound. Will I die in this stranger's arms as if we have known each other for decades? My mate's touch, though new, m

ect, if I am dying at this moment, I will never get to say goodbye, and she may nev

ctor," my mates voi

nd the bond. Oh my poor mate, though he seems rather dark and ruthless he has lost his ma

he ceiling, thinking about all the time in my life that I have wasted, how I could have done more to prepare myself for the end. Should I have never told my parents about the Moon Goddess? Should I have l

the doctor n

ying into the room with the phone in her gr

." I could tell by the sound of his voice that he hated to sa

in? My dizzy head makes my stomach rise and threatens to spill all it is holding. Maybe this is all a dream; maybe I will wake up in my cozy bed. The sun will shine on my cheeks and blind me s

s and hurries closer. "I'll get ban

t through my body, ridding my tired bones of the encumbering exhaustion. My mate tugs me forward and places a pillow in my place, f

nk so," my m

girl. My grandma needs to kno

zes my h