'Sometimes, just being human isn't enough. There has to be more than just the mundane!'
Is what I think some would say. No - right now - it's something that I know many would say. They always want to have a deeper meaning in their life than to eat, work, sleep and die. Which I get, honestly I do, but why do you want this?
It's bewildering to see those who are desperate to become something more. They always make the same claims: "I know what I'm getting into", "It's never going to be that bad". But the sad truth that they are so blissfully blind to, is that they don't know what they're getting into and it is always that bad.
Either it's this or to have meaning in someone else's life, something so profound that they could never let you get away. So much so that to be without you, is to not be at all.
I could've been one of those people, this line of destiny could've been written in the stars for me - in a different realm perhaps. It would've been a matter of choice.
Do I want to be something more? Be someone's life line? Or... be nothing?
But I had no choice in that matter. Not even in the slightest.
'They' made it happen either way, with no regards to if I wanted it or not.
And there was not a single thing that I could've done to stop it.
The story you're about to embark was by no means an easy one, but maybe, just maybe, if you happen to find my life to be interesting, grotesque, unfair possibly even underwhelming then i do suggest that you keep an eye out.
Have any unsolved cases at home? Shrouded in mystery with the beckoning call of all things supernatural? If so, I strongly suggest that if you go digging, be thoroughly prepared.
I have gotten my fair share of pain on this path, one that I doubt any sane person would want.
By the end of this, if you tags still want it, go on at full speed ahead. They're a lot closer than you think.
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CAUTION CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT.
"Say it, Allison," he said, his voice low as he trapped me against the rough wall.
A shiver ran down my spine, his voice pulling at me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asked.
I shook my head, afraid my voice might betray me.
His teeth lightly grazed my neck causing a sigh to get past my lips. I could feel him smile against my skin. He knew he was going to get what he wanted one way or another.
I tried to slip away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them down tightly. He pressed his hard body against me. I was aware of every inch of him that was touching me.
"Don't think you can just leave. We're not done yet."
My stomach tightened at his words, the desire inside burning for him. My damn body at war with my mind yet again.
He slid his hand up to the edge of my shorts, slowly working it's way up as his mouth trailed small nips from my neck to my collar bone and lower, stopping only when he reached the fabric.
I could feel my resolve weakening as his hand reached its destination.
"Say it," he demanded.
I moaned, my head tipping back as he moved expertly. I wanted to say it then, I really did. But if I said the words, there was no going back.
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Allison Cole has just turned seventeen. Most girls would be excited, but she doesn't see it as anything special. She can now find her mate, wherever he is.
But she doesn't put much stock in mates or true love. How could something like that be predetermined? Things only go from bad to worse when on that very day she discovers who her mate actually is.
Will Allison be able to overcome her bleak thoughts about mates and accept hers? Or is the man bad enough to make her run away?
Caught between her body, her mind, and what's best for her pack. Allison must make her decision.
Is it worth it?