Mia's POV
I turned around to see that where Max had once lated was empty. All that sat there was a silver bullet.
I looked around frantically, did I miss something? I asked myself.
"It's a good thing I don't expect you to." I heard someone whisper in my ear.
Max, he's alive. "B-but how?" I stuttered.
He tapped on his chest. "bullet proof, may I remind you this is the twenty third century."
I laughed at that comment. In all one moment I reached up, and kissed him. I know that this was not a mates pull, this is just me.
It seems all perfect, Max alive, Isabella alive, everything perfect.
Sorry this is really short. I just thought you know this would be a great place to leave off. You know in books there is that short chapter like a page long. Well, this is that.
I will update on not this Wednesday but May 6.
-gllittergeek
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The Scar On My Back
Werewolf**I am currently rewriting this book** Mia West was a Wolf Gladiator. She was stolen and used for cruel fighting to the death. The way to lose is to be killed. After three years, if you make it that long, you are set free. It's her only hope...
