Neon lights flashing past me, pink, green and light blue. Fast passing cars and soft music. In the car, we are flashing by tall sky scraping buildings, my head rests on the slightly open window, I feel more alive than I've ever felt, the wind is passing through my hair and my fingers dance on the window sill, I'm concentrated on them, mesmerised. Maybe I'm high. Beside me, he sits, His porcelain skin shows off the colours of the neon lights and he has thin pink lips, deeply carved cheek bones, immaculate hair that softly blows back with the slight breeze that passes us, and his eyes... his eyes are present of danger and anger, resistant of love and lust, a swirling array of silver and blue. Looking down at my hand tangled in his, he is cold, as if he is lifeless. I look back up at his face, he runs his tongue over his pearl white teeth, sharp pointed teeth protrude out as if they are fangs.
Frankie is a young girl of 19 years old, she has left her father and his girlfriend after the incident had brought her to needing to escape. She never believed in the stories her mother would tell her when she was little, the stories about the unicorns and the fairies, then the bad stories about the villainess vampires, werewolves and demons, not that she got to hear a lot about them. Now living in an old house in the dense forest with her roommate Effy who soon becomes her best friend, she faces things she thought she'd never encounter.
Tate is a boy with a secret that he's not afraid of hiding from Frankie, but it can't get out into the world, if the bad people know, then it will be Tate's fault for his families death. He's been on this world since 1894 and has lived through the wars, but still stays the same age and looks of a 19 year old. Since weaving his way around love and pretending he didn't care, he has found Frankie, a type of woman he has never come across, but he can't let himself fall for her.
THIS IS A SEQUEL TO HE'S MY MATE
I feel the cold stones pressed to my back, seeping through the piece of fabric I have on to cover my body, the concrete below just as cold. This room, wherever it is, is kept low, low enough to bring my body temperature down. I haven't been able to access my wolf since I had been drugged when they got me.
I don't know who they are, some monsters that have kept me prisoner. I don't even know how long I've been here. I tried counting the days, but when there are no windows, barely any lights, and when you keep getting knocked out by drugs, it makes it impossible to guess.
I feel the deep pit of despair coming back to swallow me whole. The mood swings I keep going through, they must be a side effect of whatever it is they're giving me. There's no way out of this, there's no way Alarik will find me, and there's no way I can break free.
I give up pulling on the shackles that bind my wrists, the skin there rubbed raw and scabbing from all the times I've tried to pull them loose. Even if I had my wolf strength, they're made of silver. There's no way I'm getting out of them, not unless someone unlocks them with a key.
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Following Allison's disappearance, Alarik has been on edge. He's seached the entire pack, looked every possible place near their lands and hasn't found a single piece of evidence that leads to her, and what's worse is he can't link to her.
Something's shut off the access of her to him, and there are very, very few ways that could happen, and one of them is death.
Alarik refuses to give up hope that his mate is still alive and while he wants to blame Hazel, the very demon who said she wouldn't stop until she was with Alarik, one witness actually saw what happened, and it wasn't a woman that had taken his mate.
Alarik is racing against time. Time that if it runs out, he must marry the very woman he despises, and the time that's slowly ticking to find Allison alive.
Cover by @_fangirling