Aurora:
In a world where love had to be earned I would never be good enough. I was the black sheep in the family, the witch without magic.
While my sister excelled in every type of way I had to suffer in silence, tormented by the people I should ha...
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Ronan
"Shut up" I interrupted her angry rant of insults. I didn't want to hear what she had to say about Aurora since it was my turn now.
"She'll not be fired because I'm saying so" I said, not bothering to explain myself. "I would advise you to keep quiet about this or else you'll be the one getting fired for lying about your heritage. I know that you're a f'ing dog. Don't cross me, or Aurora for that matter. One word and you'll be done" I seethed coldly. Thatcher crumbled beneath my words, I saw her hands shaking on her sides. I was probably the only one in the freaking academy that knew what was actually going on here.
I didn't know if the dean was an idiot, fine I knew that he was one, because he didn't even recognize the scent of a rogue. I had immediately sensed the shadow of her wolf lingering at the back of her mind, even her blunt features gave away her heritage instantly.
It didn't take me long to put the pieces together. The faint mark on her shoulder and her wolf only lingering in traces gave away the fact that her mating connection had been broken off. Matings were sacred in our world. Every shifter kind had mates although not everyone found theirs. Which is why it was considered sinful to break the connection the moon goddess had created.
"Understood" I asked her with a grim look. She was intimidated by me like most people when they saw the true power behind my facade. I could barely be seen as a normal human being. Only the few that had died at my hands had seen the true face of the war dragon. Even when I only barely connected to my dragon, letting his powers show through my eyes, I was holding onto strings of humanity. It was when the sparks in my eyes were intensified into a gleaming purple that my presence was changed entirely.
I would've given her props for not pissing her pants if I didn't already hate her with my whole being. My dragon was not an entirely different person to me, it was an intensified version of my own personality. And right now in my hunger for blood I wanted to tear her to pieces.
"Understood, sir" she agreed shakily, not moving.
Satisfied with her fear I returned to my room, saying goodbye to my animalistic side.
Millions of letters were littering my desk but I couldn't concentrate on anything. For now, at least to my mind, there was something that was way more significant. I wanted to figure her out. I wanted to know what she was thinking whenever I was with her. I wanted to understand the way she behaved.
But most of all, I needed to know what she was planning. One thing was clear, she wasn't like the other women. She may have been conceited but I knew that she would never touch me in that way.
Her hiccups were way too innocent and her thoughts too much of a chaotic mess to hurt me. Her eyes were never void of expression. Whenever I even took a small peak into them I was shocked to see the variety of feelings dancing inside of them. The amber in her eyes was swirling around like molten gold, calming my raging mind.
