Written in the Stars: Book 2 of the "Written" Duology

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The next day was rough. I had a massive hangover; I knew alcohol and being a wolf didn't mix well, just like sunlight and a throbbing headache didn't.

The only good part about waking up is that I rolled over to find Hamish beside me. He was already awake and was looking at me. I gave him a soft smile as I moved my hair out of my face.

"Good morning," I greeted. Hamish gave me a smile as he planted a kiss on my lips. "Morning beautiful," He responded, voice husky with sleep.

As much as I wanted to stay in bed, I had to get up and get ready for the day. When I tried to get up, Hamish just grabbed me from behind and dragged me back down against him.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked against my neck. I gave him a laugh. "To go get ready, just like you should be doing,"

"The day could wait twenty more minutes," He grumbled. "Maybe less if we're quick," He offered suggestively.

Oh man, did that sound good. I gave him a sly smile; this gave him enough information to understand what I was silently telling him.

He bit my neck teasingly as he rolled himself over on top of me, and looked down at me with a slight hunger in his gaze. I looked back, studying his face, so glad that I was with him.

"You're so beautiful... You know that?" Hamish said softly, tracing his fingers from the side of my face, and down my body, eyes never leaving mine as he searched my gaze.

"You are, too..." I murmured to him gently, raking my fingers lightly through his hair, that earned me a soft growl from him. And he was; he was so perfect for me. Yes, he has his faults, but that's the beauty of it. He has beautiful faults that I couldn't imagine not seeing.

People say that when you find someone, nothing else matters, and youre heart beats slowly, and you just feel at home. This morening couldn't have been more perfect, and all the mornings before, and after.

"I love you so much, Hamish." I said softly, and kissed him gently, I kissed him like it was the first time. Kissed him like I never had before, and I made sure that he knew how much I loved him.

I wanted him to know that he isn't what he thinks, that it's okay to let yourself fall.

I learned that nothing, absolutely nothing, can get in between us. Not life, not a money driven human, nothing.

We are written in the stars, and nothing can change that.

───･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Little did we know, that night when we were out, Jack had managed to find the Den on his own. We assumed he had wandered here—for whatever reason—and had found himself downstairs in the Reliquary and Hide Locker room.

How did we know this? For one, Silverbacks locker was tipped over when I went in there to find something.

"Hey, uh, guys!" I shouted shortly after walking in there. "You gotta come see this!"

Hamish first appeared in the room, walking down the steps. "What is i- oh," Hamish said as he saw the hide locker tipped. "Damn it," He cursed. Randall and Lilith both came in, looking around until their eyes saw the box. "Shit," Lilith muttered as Randall said, "Dude, it stinks like Jack,"

I gave a nod. We all know what this means.

The spirit of Silverback chose Jack as his Champion.

"What do we do now?" I asked, looking at the other three werewolves. "Well," Hamish said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at the box. "We wait for Silverback to come home,"