My plan wasn't exactly working out.

That night, I went home and decided to find her.

The Moon Goddess.

There was only one small issue— I didn't know where to start. Granted, I knew she could visit me in my dreams. So as soon as I had made my way into my apartment, shoving off my clothes and changing into something more comfy, I jumped into my bed and under my duvet blanket.

I was currently wearing one of Klayton's shirts he had given to me. He had relentlessly growled something about him wanting me to be covered by his scent.

I didn't really care as to why— I snuggled into his shirt deeply and inhaled.

It smelled just like him; the woodsy and masculine scent, yet mixed with his faint yet distinct laundry detergent. I was almost in heaven, although my task at hand I had given myself seemed impossible and kept nagging in my mind.

I slammed eyes shut and my head against my pillow, willing myself to sleep.

Nothing.

Was.

Working.

I groan loudly for what feels like the one-hundredth time. I grab my pillow and scream into it, channeling all my frustration into it.

Is this her fault? She won't let me sleep?

This is a ridiculous thought, I know, but who else am I to blame?

Maybe I should put the blame on me for overthinking myself to the point where my brain is firing away and I can't sleep?

Nah.

It's her fault.

At least that's what I'm telling myself. I glare into the ceiling, silently willing it to be sent her way.

~

I groggily peel my eyes open and look around my room. My eyes feel heavy and I'm blinking extremely slow trying to adjust to my sudden consciousness. I stretch my arms out in-front of me, tilting my head and eliciting a loud yawn.

I suddenly tense up, haltering in my movements. My eyes dart around my room, cautious and alert to something that feels different.

Everything is normal.

My room looks exactly how I left it before I had fallen asleep.

Everything is the exact same.

Except it isn't.

All the polaroids I put on my wall are slightly blurred as if I can't make out the faces of those within. I glance at my nightstand and see one of my textbooks, for philosophy, and can't make out what the words are saying on the cover.

Oh my god.

I'm dreaming.

Knowing what this means suddenly, I climb out of bed and stand up. I try to muster up as much confidence as I can. Awkwardly, I await her arrival after several minutes of standing there.

I think my summoning had worked?

Almost as if hearing my doubts, she appeared right in front of me. This time, as I had expected her arrival, I wasn't as perplexed. However, I still had to almost do a double-take when I saw her beauty was unmatched to no other.

Her strikingly white hair, as well as the bow and arrow slung across her back, confirms my suspicions that it is indeed her standing right in front of me. I begin to speak amidst our silence.

"Why did you come to me?" I ask, my lips slightly quivering. Her powerful aura is almost enough to bring me to my knees. I stand my ground however.

One of her eyebrows cock up, questioningly. Her facial expression almost taunts me, as if she was saying you know why.

Her lack of response slightly infuriates me, and I take a step forward. I'm not trying to be threatening, but she was starting to piss me off.

"Okay," I drawl. "We both know why you're here. So why don't you give me the answers I'm looking for," the last part comes out pleadingly. My life is so complicated, and for once, I need something to go in my favour.

"I am the one who put the spell upon you, and ensured you had the necklace," she offered. Although I knew the answer from the riddle Klayton had recited earlier, which infuriated him, it was still shocking to hear. As if I was truly absorbing this information for the first time, I was stunned to say the least.

"Why?" I take another step closer to her. We are still in my 'fake' bedroom, in my dream. This is all too much to handle.

"It's not for reasons you think," she says, referring to Klayton. "You are an heir, and a rare one at that."

"A rare heir?" I almost snort at the words. Is she for real right now? Her face is impassive and there isn't a trace of humour. Everything she says is always crypt, and a matter of fact.

"Yes. You are human, and I couldn't have you harmed. Keeping you amongst other humans was the best way to do it," she says.

"Then why am I Klayton's mate? And why would someone want to hurt me?"

"They have been murdered before. In cold blood— in spite. I couldn't allow this to happen once more," she tells me with a deep sadness. I watch as tears well up in her eyes and my own as well follow suit.

Watching her now, only metres in front of me, she suddenly seems so youthful. Although the bow and arrow is intimidating, her vibrant white hair and young face contrast anything of the sort. She just seems like a lost kid, forced into this burden of a life for such a long time. She's really an old soul.

After a minute or two, we end up sniffling together—feeling the pain the other is feeling. She made me feels things on another level, as if her pain was also mine.

I suddenly remembered she had particularly skipped over a question of mine.

"So, why would I be Klayton's mate then? This would mean I would be introduced into the werewolf world anyways."

"It was Destiny, little one."

I shake my head at her. Why can she never just give me a straight answer?

"Can you please elaborate?"

"You were made for each other, long before any curse was implemented. I did what I had to do for your survival,"

"So do you want me to be with him or not?"

"You two are soulmates. You were made from the half of each other's soul— but there are more important things at stake. You are in mortal danger Adira," she sighs worriedly. She's crying again, and I can't help but feel overwhelmed from her words as well.

I hug her.

I feel almost inclined to do so; her powerful aura almost compelling me to console her. She felt like home. I look up to her, my eyebrows furrowing together.

"So, you say I am an heir..." I say to her.

"Yes," she tells me with a small sniffle. "You are."

"How can that be possible? I'm human, and my parents don't know anything about this world,"

She looks at me and frowns. If possible, her expression saddened even more. Oh god, am I ready to hear this? I start to internally panic.

"Those people aren't your real parents Adira,"

"No." I say to her, shaking my head. "You're fucking lying!"

She takes a step closer to me as I take one away from her. She reaches her arms out to hold me and I shove them away.

"Adira I would never lie to you."

"Stop! You don't know what you're talking about!"

"They aren't your real relatives— not by blood. But blood doesn't mean anything, they are still your family." She says to me in a soothing voice.

I hate her even more.

"You ruined my life! Just get the out of here. Leave me alone!" My hands fist up to the side of my head, grabbing my hair in frustration. I turn away from her and start pacing along the side of my room.

What the hell is she saying? It was like she was shooting my world--no burning my world down.

She's wrong.

"I did it for your own protection!" She bellows.

My chest is rapidly rising up and down, my fury growing by the seconds.

"I'd rather be dead."

She gasps, clutching her heart as if I had physically caused her pain by saying so.

"No," she whispers. "I won't let them get to you."

"What are you talking about now? Leave me alone!"

I slap myself.

I'm hoping this will wake me up— get me the fuck out of here.

Suddenly I'm pushed onto my bed and she jumps on top of me. I open my mouth to scream but she quickly clamps a hand over it.

It's not like anyone is going to hear me anyways.

I'm laying on my back, my arms and legs flailing wildly to get her off of me. I watch with wide eyes as she clambers on top of me, straddling my waist. She still has one of her hands on my mouth and I watch as the other is thrust on my forehead; effectively pinning me down.

I try to bite her hand but nothing works to get her off of me. She tilts her head back and starts chanting an incantation while her thumb presses into my forehead with more pressure.

Suddenly— there is no noise.

She let's go of my mouth and I just stare at her dumbfounded. I feel calm; I feel fine.

"What did you do to me?"

"What I had to do. You won't be needing the necklace anymore,"

"My b-bond? With Klayton?"

"I didn't sever it, young one. Even that is beyond my control," she tells me steely, almost angry over the fact.

I am feeling the exact same, although for different reasons.

I'm furious.

Although I didn't ask for this life, she's been making it a living hell so far. I notice she is still straddling me but I don't care. I need to know what just happened.

I open my mouth to ask her a question, but as I do she leans down and places her lips upon mine. I'm so startled by the kiss I hardly notice that everything around us turns white.

And that's the last thing I remember.

~

I wake up so violently I literally fall out of my bed. My entire body is covered with a light sheen of sweat and I quickly get up. I run into my bathroom, desperate to wash my face with some cold water.

I glance into the mirror, staring back at my reflection. My face is so pale, I can hardly recognize myself. My blonde hair is slightly damp and sticking to the side of my face, so I brush a few pieces behind my ear and rinse my face quickly. I look down into the sink, feeling water droplets trickle down the side of my face.

I peer back up slowly to the mirror, staring at me drained hazel eyes.

The eyes that used to be so full of life. The eyes that used to stare up at my cloud ceiling, not a care in the world amidst them.

Has my entire life been a lie?

Do my parents know?

What do I do about Klayton?

Oh shit. Klayton.

I almost sprint back into my room, grabbing my cell phone from the nightstand it had been perched on all night. I quickly text him to come to my apartment so we can talk things over.

In the meantime, I'm going to shower.

~

I step out of the shower, the towel wrapped tightly across my body. As I step out of my bathroom, I hear a swift knock at my door.

Embarrassingly, I look down at my attire. Or lack of.

Whatever.

It's not like we haven't been intimate before.

I briskly walk over to my door and grab the handle, twisting it open and coming face to face with Klayton.

As soon as he sees me, our eyes lock in place. As always, it feels like time stops when we look at eachother.

Like our souls finally found their other half.

My cute thoughts were rudely interrupted once Klayton breaks eye contact with me, and drags his eyes across my entire body slowly. My eyes cast down to his lips, watching him lick them with a new hunger.

Before I can say anything Klayton quickly walks into my apartment and is looking anywhere else other than me.

I close my door and awkwardly stand there in front of him.

Still in my towel.

"Can you please put some clothes on Adira? I can't focus when you're around me looking like that," he snaps at me.

Okay I'm not gonna lie, it was kind of a turn on. The way he could barely hold himself together; gripping my couch and refusing to look my way.

He looked more beast than man.

"And if I don't?" I say to him teasingly, swaying my hips as I walk toward him.

I watch as he grits his teeth together, trying to tame the beast inside of him I know wants to be let out so badly.

And how badly I want him to just let it happen.

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