I tossed and turned all night and when I did finally get to sleep, I had nightmares about werewolves… more specifically Michael and being back in Hawaii. I relived all those horrible memories, except this time, the wolves killed me too.
It was terrifying!
I felt so stupid, how did I not realise there was something wrong with him? Something not right? I slept with him.. What the hell does that mean?!
He’s basically a dog! The thought made me feel physically sick to my stomach. I was disgusted with myself.
If werewolves were real, what else was?! Vampires? Witches? f*****g Leprechauns and unicorns?! Is there a whole world of supernatural and fairytale creatures that no one knows about?!
This isn’t Twilight or True Blood or the f*****g Vampire Diaries. This was real life! This isn’t possible. It can’t be…
...Except it was. I had seen Michael turn in to a werewolf in front of me with my own two eyes..
I spent my summer holiday in love with a werewolf, an Alpha. I had upset his mate.. I just felt like my whole world was coming apart and I just couldn’t handle it…
Us Against the World coming 2020!!!