Lachlan has protected his kingdom of Lycans for hundreds of years. When his intended mate is murdered by Hunters, he must now choose a new mate amongst the warrior females to become his Queen. But what he didn't expect was to be drawn to the dainty...
A single frail hand reached into the brown leather bag, digging around the bottom in the search of the last belonging inside. Siobhan's fingertips ran over something metal feeling and she smiled. She grabbed hold of the object and pulled it out of he back with a huge smirk on her face as she realized what it was. Her trusty dagger.
Her mind wandered in remembrance of all the times the knife had came in handy for her -hence why she called it her trusty dagger. The sharp blade glimmered in the sunlight that poured through the window, even though the sun was now setting low in the horizon. Putting the weapon aside, Siobhan tied the bag to close it and then gripped onto its straps. The bag was weightless as she picked it up, for it was now empty. Siobhan pivoted on her foot to take the bag away when she heard someone thump against the hardwood floor behind her.
She froze.
Turning back around, she quietly laid the bag onto an empty chair by the fireplace and then walked over to bed to see what had fallen. As she walked around the corner of the couch, she frowned in confusion at what laid on the floor now.
A red leather-clad notebook sat perfectly still upside down. It was different than her drawing book, for this one was much smaller in size and looked to have less pages inside. Siobhan bent down onto her knees and picked up the book, slowly skimming her hands over the soft material. From the looks of it, it was old. Possibly even older than her considering the leather was dryer than new books she knew.
Siobhan trailed her index finger down the edge of the notebook, before flipping it open carefully. The first page was blank, not a single word or doodle on its tan canvas. Her frowned deepened.
An empty journal?
Flipping the first page, she noticed black ink pressed into the other side of the page. She flipped once more and gasped when she read over the first words.
Dear diary...
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