This is Maverick (Man in pic)
What is wrong with me?
Kingston is not Maverick. There is no way he could be.
I need to get away from him. His scent is too familiar. It hurts to be around him.
I run out of the room and unlock the front door. I bolt towards the trees. I can smell water.
My wolf takes over and I run towards the water. I lie by this crystal clear river.
Tears begin to stream down my face.
Maverick.. I miss you. I wish you were here with me.
I lift my head and howl. Everything in the forest quiets down and I lay in still silence.
I wish I could see his hazel eyes one more time. I wish I could hug him one last time. My life with him was too short. All because of vampires. I hate them all. They took the love of my life away and now I'll never see him again.
Suddenly my wolf growls within me.
Someone is coming.
I get into fighting stance as I see an unfamiliar wolf come towards me.
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Without Him..
Werewolf1st BOOK IN WEREWOLF SERIES I watch as Michael closes his eyes and slumps to the ground slowly. I hold him in my arms. Crying and grasping his limp hand. I just lost my only brother. #368 in Werewolf
