Creativ_Girl2009
"Malina!"
The name tore itself from my throat as I turned, panic surging violently through me.
My little sister.
Only eleven.
Her eyes found mine instantly, wide with fear, filled with tears that streamed down her pale face. She tried to say something, but it dissolved into a violent cough, dark blood spilling from her lips.
"No... no, stay with me," I begged, my voice rising, shaking. "You have to stay with me."
She couldn't hear me.
Or maybe she could-and it didn't matter.
Her body began to tremble, small at first, then stronger, more violently, as if something inside her was breaking apart. A rash spread across her skin, angry and inflamed, crawling up her arms and across her neck. She clawed at it desperately, her nails tearing into her own flesh, leaving streaks of blood behind.
"Malina, stop-please!"
I was screaming now, my voice raw, my throat burning.
But there was nothing I could do.
Her movements slowed.
Weakened.
And then... they stopped completely.
Her body went still, her hand frozen where it had clawed at her skin, her eyes still open but empty, staring at nothing.
All the life inside them-gone.
After Felizia Carlotta Díaz gets out of her trauma she starts to rebuild her pack. Another country, another chance of life. With the new roll as the alpha, new problems occur she needs to face. Her feelings looked away in fear. As she meets her supposed to be mate all she feels is fear. Not a shape shifter but a werewolf.
What if he hurts her too? What if he pulls apart the walls she had carefully build?
She locks down and faces away from her chance of love.
But who said that quitting is a way in the world of werewolves?