OLIVIA’S P.O.VI slowly opened my eyes, the lights hurt so I quickly shut them again. “She’s awake” I heard an unfamiliar voice. I tried again, this time I blinked until my eyes adjusted to the light. I saw Austin on my right and a stranger on my left, the stethoscope around his neck told me that he is most probably a doctor. “So she will be okay then?” Austin asked. “Yes, she just needs a lot of rest and she is not allowed to use that arm for a week. Please make sure that she eats, drinks plenty of water and takes all her medication on time. After a week, I would need to come back and check the healing process and if it is okay I would remove the cast.” the man said, referring to my broken arm. “Okay, thank you Doctor and I would appreciate it if this could stay between us,” Austin said as he walked the man out. “Of course Alpha, your wish is my command” I heard him say.A few minutes have passed

OLVIA’S P.O.VI’ve never broken a bone before but I’ve never been this happy before either. These past few days have been nothing less than blissful. It’s like I am living a rainbow after a storm. I never thought that I would hear Austin say those 3 special words to me and now that I did, it feels like I am bursting with happiness. Everything has changed, the world has become filled with more color, the chirping of the birds has become sweeter and when I look in the mirror I see the biggest, most genuine smile. I’ve thought that I loved my ex-boyfriend Brad, I thought I felt true happiness when my father bought me my first car… but that wasn’t it… this is it!“So is it true?” I asked, lying on our picnic mat in the garden of Stermyertina. “Is what true?” he asked. “That you are a dangerous man who has blood in his hands?” I asked. “Well, that depends,” he said. “on?&

OLIVIA’S P.O.V ‘It was dark but I continued walking. I knew that I wasn’t alone, I felt something sinister around me, but I was too afraid and look around. Suddenly Austin came in front of me, dressed in a white shirt and black pants. His eyes sparkled with kindness, his smile was warm as he offered me his hand to take. Placing my hand in his I felt safe and a smile crept on my face. Slowly his smile began to fade and I saw his eyebrows creased, his focus was no longer on me rather his eyes grew weary of something behind me…I knew that I was no longer safe as the sinister feeling came back even stronger than before. I looked behind me to see what he was seeing and once again I saw my mother, her body falling to the ground as she battled for air, her throat ripped out! “MUMMMMMMM!!!” I cried out loud, drawing unwanted attention to myself. The black beastly creature’s eyes focused on me! It saw me! I took a step back, refusing to stand still but too afraid to run either. As I

OLIVIA’S P.O.VI ran as fast as I could out of the doors of Stermyertina. The wolves ran faster than my human feet could ever carry me. I knew that I couldn’t outrun them so I decided to hide behind a tree while they ran past me. I huffed and puffed, trying to catch my breath while I looked at Stermyertina from outside its gates.I wasn’t safe yet and I knew that I wasn’t thinking rationally either but all my human instincts urged me to do was run as fast as I possibly could and get as far away from Stermyer. I managed to get my breathing under control again when loud sirens began sounding in Stermyer and dozens of guards started running out of Stermyertina.Coming in by plane made it difficult because now I really didn’t know how to get out of here. I looked around me and saw an opportunity in the woods. In all the werewolf books that I’ve read and movies that I’ve watched I saw how werewolves always attack their prey i

OLIVIA’S P.O.VI sat in bed and my mind began to wonder. A lot of things about Marc did not make any sense. Firstly as soon as he heard that I am the daughter of Malinda and Thomas nightingale he wanted me to stay. Secondly, he said that both my parents are his close friends yet he described my mother with such beauty as if he was in love with her at one stage…if he was really both of my parent's friends then he would have respected the friendship between my father and himself and spoke more about my father rather than describing my mother so intricately. Thirdly, he said that he had met me when I was a baby yet he didn’t even know what my name started with. I am grateful that Marc saved my life but there is something telling me that he is not to be trusted!Besides that this place feels so familiar, I’ve never been here before but it really feels like I have…it feels like home like I belong here!  I feel so overwhelmed