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