~Aurora’s Point of View~“Stop moving or you’ll get stabbed,” Elena shouts, as she puts the finishing touches on my dress.My eyes fall down over the ball of white fluff, so big I can’t even see my feet. Today is my sister’s wedding and mating ceremony, and it should fill me with nothing but joy and happiness. My sister Brenna has struggled to raise me since our parents abandoned us, and while I want to say she’s done her best… she hasn’t. I’ll always believe she could have done better. That she could still mend her ways and change. She’s ten years older than me though more like the eleven year old in this relationship.The best thing we both have going for us is Beta Matthew, her fiance. He’s not well to do by any means, but he makes sure we both have what we need. Though it’s rarely enough for Brenna.“There, now it’s perfect. Go fetch your basket of flowers and head outside,” Elena says, tapping my backside. I sigh but know that it's time to get moving.She’s Matthew’s aunt, and t

~Two Years Later~~Javed’s Point of View~I stare off into the distance, running my hand over my face. I’d put this off too long and now, there was no more waiting. One hundred and one years, I’d lost. Though it was supposed to be two hundred. The ones who confined me to the tombs won’t be happy but it's been two years since I rose again and there’s been no sign of them.All the centuries of wondering, waiting for the point to all this, desperate for some sign that I should keep going. I got it, loud and crystal fucking clear. Aurora. Her name literally means light, the dawn of a new beginning. A new day. The Goddess of the sunrise. Something I’ll never get to see again. Some kind of twisted irony? Who knows.The name rolls through my head like a symphony, a sweet melody that I need to have on repeat. There had been a handful of times since she woke me that I’d gotten to hear her voice. Her laugh. There is absolutely no mistaking what she is to me and yet… She’s a damn child. Though

~Javed’s Point of View~ “I wasn’t anticipating you being here for a couple of years at least. I just actually finished the cabinets last week. I’m afraid the rest of the house is in quite a lot of disrepair,” I say, when I see her eyes darting all over the kitchen. It’s a massive pain in the ass to find contractors willing to work at night, so I gave up on that early on. Though I could have potentially hired out the shifters to help, I hadn't gotten that far yet. I’d only begun working on the house in the last six months and the living room/kitchen/deck were my first goals. I have zero understanding of electricity and plumbing since they are modern conveniences. Books have helped and I’ve managed to get some things working. The house had sat vacant for over a decade at least. The first couple of months were mostly devoted to cleaning and fixing the deck so I could watch the ocean in comfort. When she spins some of her long brown hair hits me, and her crisp citrusy scent fills my l

~Three Years Later~ ~Aurora’s Point of View~ “Damn it Aurie! You cheat,” Mason shouts, and I giggle. He’s so hot when he’s angry. I chuck a water balloon at him, and it’s a direct hit to his chin of all places. While he’s distracted, I take off running. It’s stupid and I more than know it’ll only egg him on. But I can’t help myself. It’s never been so fun to taunt someone. He’s beyond expressive with his face. The sun has just set but there’s still just enough light. It’s barely a quarter mile before I feel his warm hand on my arm, then the full weight of his body tackling me. Fingers dance all over my skin, tickling me until I’m close to peeing my pants. “Mason!! Stop it!! I’ll kill you,” I giggle, trying but not really trying to get him off me. When he’s done he pins my wrists over my head with one hand. Even though he doesn’t yet have his wolf, and I’m actually four months older than him, his strength never ceases to amaze me. My chest heaves between us, and even though I sta

~Aurora’s Point of View~ “He’s my fated mate, he’d never hurt me. He’s had to wait over five years for me to get my wolf, five years,” I state, as if he’ll care. Mason clenches his jaw and I stand helpless watching him go through every possible emotion at once. Anger, hurt. Rejection. ”What about us? What about the years we’ve had? Goddess Aurie I literally just had my face inside you and every day with you is the best day of my life. I’ve always imagined us together, always. Hell I dream every night about marking you and having pups. Growing old together. I’ve practically been counting the minutes. Now I’m just supposed to watch you go off with a fucking dead guy? He could accidentally even hurt you in a million ways,” he whispers, then looks away. I take a step back in order to keep myself from touching him. From clinging to his calf and begging for forgiveness. His words cut so deep that my legs are ready to give out. When my back finds the wall I struggle to support myself.