My life was as normal as it could get. I had an amazing brother, a great home, friends. And ambition. And if I'm being fairly honest, it was how I've always wanted it to be. But the truth cannot be hidden over the fact that I was a werewolf, and the daughter of a deceased beta. And...also, that I've found my mate. The absolute ruler of the werewolf kingdom.
Oh, and not to mention the apparent accusation of the whole 'witch' shenanigans.
You're probably thinking: 'oh wow!' And trust me, I know. At only Seventeen, you'd expect my priority of worries is making it through senior year.
I wish I could tell you that I won't make mistakes. But I know I will. I'm not some courageous heroin that's amazingly gorgeous, with a perfect mindset, and can sword-fight, or do karate of some sort.
Heck, I can't even doge a volleyball! What more an actual knife?
But of there's one thing i can tell you, is that I was scared. Scared of failing, Scared of letting down everyone I know and love, and scared of thinking I can change him.
I was scared of letting my heart fall into the wrong hands. His hands.
"Are you willing to risk everything?" He asked, leaning his face in closer until our foreheads touched and our lips were barely an inch apart. His blue eyes were so deep and dark today, but not in the menacing way, more so in a lustful longing. My heart was speeding so erratically in my chest that I was afraid that it might just pop right out.
Say yes! My wolf cheered. She was waiting for this ever since we first found his smell. That alluring smell of security. Well my thoughts were really getting muddled.
"I have nothing to lose," I stated bluntly while trying to distract my heart. And then abruptly he backed away, taking my breath away with him. I wasn't sure what to make of the situation. We both stood there standing speechless for a moment. I couldn't help but to feel a disgusted that he would act like he wanted me and then pull away so harshly.
"You selfish son of a cunt,"
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In her run for freedom and to find out who she is, Cora ends up entangled in the arms of Raphael, the relentless beast. Heir to the Black Blood throne, he has no intentions of letting Cora slip through the cracks so soon especially since she's a puzzle to crack. Bit by bit, Cora's identity comes together to form a scary truth; she's just another pawn in the ultimate game of Fate. What would you do if your entire life was a lie? Would you run from it or venture towards the truth?