Unconditionally, Inevitably, Forever Yours.

Change.

 Previously in UIFY:

‘It’s Cohan. He’s sending a second wave of wolves.'

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"Who am I? Just another one of your conquests who you’ve managed to seduce, O’ Great One?”

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“Then, next time, don’t think, Stuart. I’m sure you’ve met my kind before. I’ve got too much on my plate for some petty romance."

--Chapter 34--

‘I will devour it.’

Tell me you’re talking about the pizza, rather than Grayson. Please.

‘I will devour them. Both of them. At the same time.’

As good as the stringy mess of mozzarella may have looked minutes prior, after demolishing over half within the time between and then now, April had lost her appetite. The slice in her hand collapsed onto the plate with a satisfying smack. She pushed her plate aside and dropped her head onto the table pathetically.

He’s such an asshole for making me feel like this.

Having never been used before in her life by another person, and since she mostly avoided all of the male species besides her father, April was new to the feeling. And it was torturous.

Was everything that Grayson had said to her supposed to be forgotten? Because that would be easier said than done. He’d gotten to her. And now, she was webbed within his trap. Was this his aim the entire time? To make her suffer? Sure, he’s against April’s race of wolves, but instead of just killing her, he was prepared to break her heart instead? Because that’s what it felt like, and honestly, April didn’t know what was worse: being killed by Grayson, or being heart-broken by him. Just broken, either way, in general.

‘I say we strike him when he doesn’t expect it. Maybe, when he takes his shower, we’ll hide behind the curtain, wait until he enters and attack.’

“Stop plotting,” April muttered sleepily against the marble table, smudging her lips against the cool material. “We’re not going to kill him. I’m pretty sure neither of us want that.”

April cursed herself sharply, noticing how stupid it was; as soon as she comes to terms about her feeling for Grayson, who she thought liked her back- he then rejects her and her wolf denies that it ever shared these feelings for him. She may’ve called him bipolar at the time, but now, it seems that they were (are) really just as bad as each other.

‘But he’s given us no choice,’ April’s wolf argued. ‘The only reason I didn’t kill him as soon as he started getting close to us was because he’s our…our- anyway, not that it matters anymore. He rejected us. End of story. We can kill him now.’

“No. We’re not killing Grayson.” She growled, glaring at the sleek material of the table, thinking that if her wolf was able to see her face- somehow- then it’d know how out of the question its preposterous idea was. April didn’t think it’d be ideal- adding another death to the list. Although, fortunately, now that her Uncle and his friends were alive, it meant that, really, April had only killed one person. Which, compared to what she was previously lead to believe, brightened her mood abundantly.

In fact, if not for the fractured organ in her chest, then April would consider herself to be pretty goddamn chipper.

‘It’s the denial. You’ll feel the pain sooner or later. You’re just naïve- same old, same old.’