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to that promise. I don't want to live without you anymore."
As I laid in his arms, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, I couldn't believe how lucky I was. To have lived for so many years and have the man of my dreams, my one love, come back was something I never thought possible.
I lived through so many things both magical and mundane, but I never believed I would see Bran again. Yet there he was lying beside me, his flesh pressed against mine.
As I thought about how fate worked in such strange ways, both good and bad, I couldn't help but think back to Gracelin's words and her warning about the curse on Clan MacCulloch.
When a MacCulloch finds his mate in another clan, they will be torn apart.
I hoped it wasn't true. I had to believe that four hundred years without my mate was long enough to satisfy the curse, but I didn't know. All I was sure of was that I was finally back in the arms of my one love. I would never leave him again, and I knew he was finally mine forever. I just hoped that one day our son would have that same happiness with his love.
Wolf at Her Door
by
Liliana Rhodes
Chapter One
Gracelin
Dropping the rose petals into the bowl in front of me, I watched as they swirled in the water. The petals gave off a lovely scent in the small cottage, and I leaned back in the small wooden chair and smiled.
I loved using the bowl for gazing when I had visitors, but it wasn't necessary. Most of the time I used it only for fragrance.
Getting up, I walked to the door and stepped outside. The breeze made my long skirt swirl around my legs. I shielded my eyes from the sun as I enjoyed the view.
Where I lived in the Otherworld could look like however I preferred, but I always made it the Highlands. The rolling hills covered with heather, the rocky cliffs, the lakes that reflected the sky all made me feel comfortable, but something was different today.
Looking out at the calm water, I could tell he had awakened. Bran and Ainsley coming together rang through the cosmos, and soon their son would find his one love, too. Niall didn't want love to survive and if fate didn't intervene, he would take matters into his own hands.
The lake rippled, and I hugged myself as a chill jolted me. I didn't want to think about him. It was hard for me to accept that the same man I loved was capable of murder, including my own.
Boom!
The boom echoed through the hillside, shaking the lake. I stroked the thick scar along my collar as I thought about the last time I saw him. Niall wasn't himself that time. I didn't want to wait to see what he was now, centuries later.
I squeezed my arms tightly and disappeared back into the cottage. My scar burned and as I reached up to touch it again, I noticed my hand was shaking. Ice ran through my veins as I heard the boom again and I held my breath.
Boom! Boom!
The next boom was quicker and reminded me of thunder. As I heard the next one, I wondered if it meant Niall was closer. I pulled the blanket around me tighter and ran to the furthest corner from the door.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
This can't be happening , I thought. My mind raced as I wondered if I could be killed again. I was a banshee. I cried for the deaths of others; why didn't anyone cry for me?
"Not now, Gracelin," I said under my breath. "Get yourself together!"
My scar burned even more. It was the only thing on me that wasn't cold. I shook in the corner trying to gain the courage to look outside, but each boom made me cower even more.
BOOM!
The final boom shook the cottage. I gasped as the walls trembled against me. The water in the bowl of rose petals splashed onto the table, reminding me of Callen playing with the bowl as a child.
My stomach dropped as I thought of that young boy so sweet and innocent kneeling on the wooden chair. The boy who became a man I loved as I would my own child.
BOOM!
"Please don't let this be what I think it is", I said. "Please, not Callen. Anyone but that dear boy."
Standing up,
As I laid in his arms, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, I couldn't believe how lucky I was. To have lived for so many years and have the man of my dreams, my one love, come back was something I never thought possible.
I lived through so many things both magical and mundane, but I never believed I would see Bran again. Yet there he was lying beside me, his flesh pressed against mine.
As I thought about how fate worked in such strange ways, both good and bad, I couldn't help but think back to Gracelin's words and her warning about the curse on Clan MacCulloch.
When a MacCulloch finds his mate in another clan, they will be torn apart.
I hoped it wasn't true. I had to believe that four hundred years without my mate was long enough to satisfy the curse, but I didn't know. All I was sure of was that I was finally back in the arms of my one love. I would never leave him again, and I knew he was finally mine forever. I just hoped that one day our son would have that same happiness with his love.
Wolf at Her Door
by
Liliana Rhodes
Chapter One
Gracelin
Dropping the rose petals into the bowl in front of me, I watched as they swirled in the water. The petals gave off a lovely scent in the small cottage, and I leaned back in the small wooden chair and smiled.
I loved using the bowl for gazing when I had visitors, but it wasn't necessary. Most of the time I used it only for fragrance.
Getting up, I walked to the door and stepped outside. The breeze made my long skirt swirl around my legs. I shielded my eyes from the sun as I enjoyed the view.
Where I lived in the Otherworld could look like however I preferred, but I always made it the Highlands. The rolling hills covered with heather, the rocky cliffs, the lakes that reflected the sky all made me feel comfortable, but something was different today.
Looking out at the calm water, I could tell he had awakened. Bran and Ainsley coming together rang through the cosmos, and soon their son would find his one love, too. Niall didn't want love to survive and if fate didn't intervene, he would take matters into his own hands.
The lake rippled, and I hugged myself as a chill jolted me. I didn't want to think about him. It was hard for me to accept that the same man I loved was capable of murder, including my own.
Boom!
The boom echoed through the hillside, shaking the lake. I stroked the thick scar along my collar as I thought about the last time I saw him. Niall wasn't himself that time. I didn't want to wait to see what he was now, centuries later.
I squeezed my arms tightly and disappeared back into the cottage. My scar burned and as I reached up to touch it again, I noticed my hand was shaking. Ice ran through my veins as I heard the boom again and I held my breath.
Boom! Boom!
The next boom was quicker and reminded me of thunder. As I heard the next one, I wondered if it meant Niall was closer. I pulled the blanket around me tighter and ran to the furthest corner from the door.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
This can't be happening , I thought. My mind raced as I wondered if I could be killed again. I was a banshee. I cried for the deaths of others; why didn't anyone cry for me?
"Not now, Gracelin," I said under my breath. "Get yourself together!"
My scar burned even more. It was the only thing on me that wasn't cold. I shook in the corner trying to gain the courage to look outside, but each boom made me cower even more.
BOOM!
The final boom shook the cottage. I gasped as the walls trembled against me. The water in the bowl of rose petals splashed onto the table, reminding me of Callen playing with the bowl as a child.
My stomach dropped as I thought of that young boy so sweet and innocent kneeling on the wooden chair. The boy who became a man I loved as I would my own child.
BOOM!
"Please don't let this be what I think it is", I said. "Please, not Callen. Anyone but that dear boy."
Standing up,
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