#wattpad #hombres-lobo Cuatrocientos setenta años han pasado desde la fatídica noche. A duras penas Aiden sobrevivió a un ataque, solo para que su mundo colapse ante la noticia de la muerte de la mujer que amaba. Ahora, por algún milagro del destino, tiene una nueva oportunidad para estar con su amor perdido... Pero no t...
She ran as fast as she could, well aware that it was past curfew and therefore no longer safe to be out, even with papers identifying her as an employee of Dublin Castle in her breast pocket. But Tomas and the others were in danger, so what choice did she have but to warn them?
Fear clutched at Melanie's heart as Astra's head drooped lower and lower, her eyes unfocused and her movements sluggish and infrequent. "Astra," she yelled, jerking her body so that it hit the Valkyrie's. Astra's head snapped up and she looked around dazedly. "Huh?" she murmured, "Keep kicking!" Melanie commanded, using her most forceful tone. "I order you to keep kicking." The years of training ingrained into Astra paid off as she automatically nodded and the pace of her kicks quickened.
As boys, we used to run across the fields, racing. He would look back, not to see if he was winning, but just to make sure that I knew he was. Now there is no racing across fields. Now I go to visit him in the hospital. I stand beside him and hold his hand, not to wake him, but just so he will know I am there. -Emily Joyner
I had recently been kidnapped by his gang. I had feared that I would fall in love with the incredibly handsome young man that held me captive, but love was my least worry. A rival gang had broken in and Orion had come to get me. We ran through the house until he told me to stay in one of the halls. He ran off, leaving me alone. He came back a few minutes later and I almost screamed. He placed a hand over my mouth.