Me and Deliah started on our journey to find Destiny. We we're driving on the back roads when I felt a stabbing pain from the base of my thumb to my wrist, like someone was taking a knife and cutting my hand deeply. I stopped abruptly and looked at my hand, there was nothing there. Sorrow rushed up from the pit of my stomach to my chest and I smelled a faint smell of lavender.
"What is it?" Deliah asks me.
"It's Destiny" I say and stomp on the gas, throwing Deliah against her seat.
"Give me your hand" She demands.
I reluctantly give it to her. "Where does it hurt?" She asks, and I point at my thumb and draw a line to my wrist. She grips it and her eyes roll to the back of her head, her hand shakes in mine. She points left off the road and I turn sharply, running over small bushes as I speed through the rough terrain. All I could think about is the feeling that I'm getting now, the burning sensation in my chest and the excruciating pain in my hand, it must be her, what If she's hurt?
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Something like love
WerewolfDestiny is a fifteen year old werewolf who is about to turn sixteen, and on her birthday she will turn into her wolf form, but when she hears that she has to find a mate with in 60 days after her sixteenth birthday she is crushed. She already has a...
