My Werewolf Mate

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my grip on the edge of my dress and involuntarily closed my e

ook a deep breathe and started counting from one to ten over and

my mother had looked on the bed when I had seen her in my dream l

the kitchen for a glass of water. I really want

ng these nightmares before I turned eighteen. Sometimes I just want to know the whole truth and l

ical and emotional state. My aunt has being the best over years and I

help assist my aunt. Not that she is complaining. She seems to have everything settled al

les to myself. We have lots of memories here that makes t

gently put down the glass

ked towards the bedroom and ins

ound me right?," A low gentle voice sa

ful sky blue eyes smiling mischievously at me, t

ck as I looked up at her hovering over me, how she does that all the time s

, we both know am a light sleeper and this is my hou

in this house but I don't remember ever catching you awake when am not. But

sleep like a log, I pay attention to my environment like the responsible adult that I

er nigh

eeded that hug until I was engulfed in her warm arms. I had promised myself a long time back that I won't cry at any c

eyes together as I tried to hold it in, the

ld so much when you can't handle it," the softness of

so bad" I finally

easier and better to fight and hold on together. Not alone but together.

back and I felt like

d to walk out of the kitchen holdin

beautifully decorated with a wol

e knows about them in her cause of studying them according to her. I on the other hand am skept

his is the second time I am seeing this box and my guess is t

nally know the content of the w

eird it's

ird because she actually not telepathic but can somehow

pine as she puts down the wei

ng time, but I was worried about your constant nightmare and won't want anything to make it wo

ood up with my curiosity dying even before it could be fed. I kept looking at the cont

ted to my parents and thei

laughter, you need to have seen your face

lf from joining in t

ly made me believe that there something of great importance in this b

and I spent most of our childhood building memories around these toys. After he died I couldn't thro

ely at the to

trying her best to keep

with sympathy in her eye

and I was and am still the world's proudest sister in l

various ways. When mum died I

and interacting with her I still couldn't get over my grief. I yelled at her when ever she tells me to be strong. I believe sh

y nightmares during one of the night

clearly but it was coming from the house but rather outside. I tiptoed out to my balcony to have a

e to leave us now, why, I c

being too hard on her. She was also grieving but I was too af

y aunt is human

could r

nto the wardrobe and kept

, how about sleeping in my room. We don't

e pulled me into her arms and was stroking my hair like a baby and sing a be

other's power. Telepathy. That's right, I