Chapter Eight: Truth Reveals

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***Mike POV***

How the hell did this happen?

How the hell did Elie find him?

I need to go home and tell my parents and let them know that they found us...

I need to grab Elie and run.

I can't let her parents down!!!

They gave their lives to save her. 

And if he thinks he has a chance against using that mutt of his, he has a next thing coming...

Elie runs to me and hugs me.

And I look at him. 

I look at the bastard who thinks he can take my woman from me!

She is mine to have!!!!

I have been waiting for her to grow up so we can finally be together and I can brand her and make her mine to have. I won't have him take her from me!!!

Elie introduced me to her friend Kay, who I found to be the most beautiful human I ever met. Something about her pulls me in where I want to push her against a tree, take my fingers, and tease the lining of her underwear, making her gasp until I touch her sensitive area...

What is wrong with me? Elie is the one I love and the one I must have... Mom and Dad said that they are grooming her for me to have my way with. I can't let myself get sidetracked.

I grab Elie and pull her away. She tries to fight me, but I stand my ground and make my nails dig into her flesh until she submits.

I noticed that Christopher was following me closely, and I honestly didn't care because he wouldn't be able to enter our yard since the protective barrier was made of wolfsbane.

I pushed Elie into the house because it's a 2-minute walk from the school to the house... I slammed the door shut and called for my parents...

Mom, Dad, get down here; we have trouble!

My dad comes running looking worried, and my mom follows after when she notices that Elie had been touched by that wolf.

"Elie," my mom calls to her. 

She does not answer; she looks hurt, not even realizing that her hand has already healed.

My mom walks to her to hug her, but she backs away. I saw the hurt on my mom's face. Sigh 

"Elie, have a seat. I think it's about time we spoke about your past, where you are from, and what you are," my dad says.

I looked in her direction and noticed the surprised look on her face, but she listened and sat down at the kitchen table.

I hope after we tell her what we tell her she doesn't leave us... I hope she does.

Don't leave me... because she is mine!

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