UNDER CONSTRUCTION //: I'm vashia and I am mexicano with a white mom and and Mexican dad but my life doesnt seem to be what anyone expected it to because ive had a rough life and finnaly finding love makes my life just a little harder oh and I might...
He thinks he can just leave me here. fucking think again. I started to pace around my cell. I hear people coming down stairs I glared at the stairs where I can smell my mate coming down. I know he can sense my rage with him but he doesn't care he is being an overprotective brother. I growl at him and he snaps his head up and walks over to me he yanked the chains binding my wrists. Lifts me easily as if he's done it 1000 lifetimes before and looks me in the eye. and chokes me until I can feel nothing and I have no clue where I am, but I can still smell him which awakens a part of me just enough to levitate a huge rock and will it to hit him so hard he must release me from his grasp. he hissed in pain he will regret throwing his mate in a dungeon he will regret ever physically harming me when I escape, he will beg for mercy. hate is in every fiber of me right now. I feel heat and I see red, I heard heard footsteps ascend back up the stairs and I brake the chains that held my arms and legs back I broke the the bars with the rock so now I am on the search for my oh so dear mate so I he can pay. I finally tracked his scent to the pack hospital and my wolf wimpered because her mate was hurt. I feel the hate dissipate and I hear the promise I once made to myself play in my head. I wouldn't let anyone hurt me again like my dad. I remember how just yesterday I was glowing with excitement to meet my mate's parents. However now a new emotion holds me if he wants me back he will have to work for it. I'm going out and I'm going to my high school dance. like a normal f***ing teenager.
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