This love can make me... or end me...
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My life was suppose to be simple...
Well, as simple as being a wolf shifter can be...
I had my goals set...
Finish my college classes, party with my friends, make out with boys, protect my pack against any threats and prepare for the day when I take over as Alpha as my father.
Of course, most people have objections to a female wolf becoming Alpha. Especially me. Let's just say even amongst wolves, I'm deemed a a freak.
And they're not wrong... but they can still suck it.
I believed that my life was planned out, that I had everything exactly how I wanted. But when you have a foot inside the forest, you tend to realise that not everything is under your control.
And the day I met him, the day I met the person who caused my entire being to spiral out of control, I realised that my life had been planned differently... and by someone else.
I should hate him, it's my nature to. Our kinds despise each other even with the treaty in place. So why is he making me question everything. Why is he, with those intense, soul wrenching eyes, seeing everything about me? Why is he, with that stupid mouth that's nearly always in an infuriating smirk, revealing the truth about things I tried so hard to forget.
But worse than that, why does he, with his entire damned soul and body, understand me better than anyone else I've ever met?
I should hate him... but how can I hate someone who finally made me come alive again.
The only question I really want answered?
Is can we survive this hellhole that we've just been thrown into.
Based on the Episode story "Power of the Moon" by Casey C. Contains slightly mature content and mildly strong language at certain points in certain chapters
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.