The crisp autumn air whispered through the trees as I strolled through the dimly lit park, seeking solace in the tranquility of the night. My senses, sharper than those of a human, picked up on every rustle and murmur in the darkness. It was during this nightly walk that I first caught a glimpse of her.
She appeared out of nowhere, like a ghost drifting through the shadows. There was something about her—a spark, a mystery—that drew me in, igniting a curiosity I couldn't quite explain.
As she drew closer, the moonlight painted her features in a soft, ethereal glow. She was just a short young thing, with oversized glasses that reflected the street lights.
I could feel a strange pull, an inexplicable connection that tugged at something deep within me.
I had moved from Ireland to Maine, following the Appalachian Trail in search of answers. Where did werewolves come from, and how do I find the cure?
I had spent the past few years studying and eventually started teaching. The essays from students and theories they come up with are far more creative than my own.
I needed fresh eyes and fresh minds, which the university offered the very best of.
It was odd, living out here.
I was once the leader of a pack; now I was a lone wolf. But maybe I didn't have to be alone anymore.
It was as if fate itself had orchestrated this chance meeting, weaving our paths together in a way that felt both inevitable and impossible.
She joined a much older man; I watched in silence as they placed an assortment of flowers against a tree on the outskirts of the forest. I stopped in my tracks as she wrapped her arms around the man and he gently stroked her hair.
Something ugly began to stir in the pit of my stomach. Jealousy?
I closed my eyes and took deep breaths in an attempt to control the animal that was threatening to break through.
"I miss her so much, Daddy." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"I miss her too." The old man's voice shook with the threat of his unshed tears. Her father. Of course.
I kept my eyes closed as I focused on her voice and the sound of her almost silent sobs.
when I opened my eyes again she was gone, but her scent still lingered in the air. It was like coffee and butter croissants.
A Parisian cafe.
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The Professor's Forbidden Mate
Kurt AdamWhen Alden Connelly (O'Conghaile) had yet to find a mate, he abandoned his position as the Alpha of his pack in Ireland to move to the USA, in a fictional town in Maine, near the Appalachian Mountains. There he became a professor at a University, te...
