I thought that I saw her. I know I did…
But she was dead, and she died a long time ago.
After being attacked by anti-supernatural soldiers, Alexa and I were taken in by a pack of Alaskan werewolves with plans on fighting back, and although grateful that we were given a home and shelter, it was hard to face a werewolf named Loren who resembled a woman that Alexa once loved. She was also the most unpleasant pack member of them all.
That’s why when I spotted a woman in a white dress with long brown locks and glistening sun colored eyes, I knew that it wasn’t Loren, but who could it be if Esha was dead?
Was I just seeing things from Alexa’s memories?
Or did the love of her life never actually die at all?
I never thought that my life would ever change. Not like this.
Only a short while ago, I was debating suicide, but then I met Alexa and my entire world flipped upside down. Light became dark, and darkness became beauty. For what seemed to be the end was just the beginning.
I was reborn and made into a new person, and for that I owed her my life, but I found myself wanting to give her more.
To do more…
But with her dark past and haunting memories, there was no guarantee that she would ever let me in.
It was hard to compete with the dead.
I wanted to die that night. I wanted it all to end.
I stood at the edge of the rooftop ready to jump when my tired eyes met her glowing blues.
They weren’t natural. Nothing about her was natural, but I wasn’t afraid.
It wasn’t until her ice-cold fangs sunk into my neck did I find myself terrified.
Wasn’t death what I wanted? For once, wasn’t I getting exactly what I wished for?
Maybe I had hoped that in death, I would be reborn.
Who knows, maybe I would be.
The woman offered a smile at first, but when she realized that I was shocked with fear, she stepped over his body and stood directly in front of me. Reaching up, she gently placed her fingertips over my swelling cheek, leaving smears of blood, then over the cut just above my eyebrow from being pushed against the door.
“Don’t worry,” she said softly as her fingers came down to my chin. “You have nothing to be afraid of. Not anymore.” She glanced at Steven’s body over her shoulder. “He cannot hurt you, and I will not hurt you.” When she turned back to me, she slightly tilted her head to the side, then brought her hand to my chest, just over my heart. “You’re still afraid. Does your new freedom not make you happy?”
I slowly looked down at her hand before swallowing, then back up at her with tears streaming down my cheeks. I was terrified of her, but I was also relieved that she was here, and I didn’t fully understand why. I was grateful that she stopped the abuse before things had gotten worse, but I was confused by what I had just witnessed.
This woman…she wasn’t human.
“What are you?” I asked in almost a whisper.
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About the author:
Destiny Hawkins is a multi-genre author with a dark imagination and a love for magic.
She enjoys cooking, running, swimming, listening to music, reading, and of course watching anime filled with fantasy! Her favorite genres to read and work in are Fantasy, LGBT, Paranormal, Romance, Dystopian, Sci-fi, and young adult. After three years of writing she has published almost 20 books and she has many more coming!