Inside, it’s open and airy, with a big living room where you can relax, and a kitchen that’s perfect for cooking with friends or family. The best part is the back patio-there’s an infinity pool that looks like it stretches right into the ocean. You can lounge by the pool or sit on comfy chairs and just take in the view.
Upstairs, the bedroom is a dream, with an enormous bed and a balcony where you can sit and watch the sunrise or just enjoy the peacefulness.
The bathroom has a big tub by the window, so you can soak and stare out at the water.
Outside, the garden is full of tropical flowers and palm trees, leading down to a private beach.
It’s quiet, and feels like your own little hideaway, but still has everything you need to live in luxury. It’s the perfect mix of nature and comfort, making you feel at home in paradise.
I absolutely love this house so much. I want to live here forever.
I sighed as I stood in front of the mirror made of the shape of a butterfly and sat down on my white stool.
I stared at my gray eyes in the mirror and couldn’t believe how much my face had changed.
My angelic beauty. Pointed nose, white skin, soft pink lips, perfectly curved eyebrows and black eyelashes.
My gray eyes were like storm clouds, shifting between light and dark with particles of silver. I love my beauty and how gorgeous it has become.
I let my hair down after drying it with the towel. It fell past my waist. It was soft and a few strands falling across my forehead from my hair made me love it even more.
My hair shines in the sunlight, a soft yellow color, warm and bright. Each strand looks like it’s glowing, like threads of gold. When the wind moves through it, it sways gently, light as a feather.
When I touch it, it feels smooth, slipping easily through my fingers, almost like it could disappear.
My curvy hips and round butt, made me feel in love with myself and how I can put on any type of clothing, fit in with my shape.
I cleaned off my body and stared at my black polished toes and shifted my attention to my fingernails.
I had just painted these nails three days ago. The second I shifted into my wolf form, it got ruined and rough.
I guess I need to polish it again; I thought with a sigh.
I stared at the mirror and couldn’t stop focusing on my eyes. There’s something about these eyes that I can’t stop thinking about. It sort of reminds me of Donovan.
Wendy Nightshade.
I gasped with fear and turned back to see who was there, but there was nobody there. I got up from my stool to check around my room.
There was no one.
I rested both my hands on my chest with a long sigh. I went back to my stool and continued staring at my eyes.
I shook my head to get rid of any thoughts. What is wrong with me?
How could I have heard Sihwa’s voice? It was impossible, right?
It’s been four years and no matter how long he tracks me down, how influential he is, he can never find me.
Twilight Springs wasn’t on the map of the world.
I must have been hearing things again. I just hope so.
I don’t want to see them again. My life is perfect without them, just the way it is.
During these past four years, time raced my heart, to be honest, I wasn’t able to forget about them.
I thought I could, but I couldn’t do it. I tried so hard to get rid of their images off my head, but they keep coming back as if they don’t want me to forget about them.
I have dreams and reflections about them. They keep sucking me in whenever my brain wants to forget about them.
I don’t know what happened back at the clan and my grandfather’s pack. Whenever I ask my grandfather questions, he tells me to focus on my new life and stop thinking about them.
Time moves fast, and he wants me to put the past behind me.
Not like I don’t want to focus on my new life. I just want my grandfather to be safe from any trouble.
I know they would bother him concerning my whereabouts. I wasn’t there, but I know.
In the end, I ran away.
Will I ever overcome this situation in my life? Will I be able to walk on the streets again, without glancing at my back?
I always see Sihwa at the back of my mind. I can feel him inside me. Deep within my bones.
I can’t see him. But I can feel his presence around me. I don’t know what’s happening, but it feels like he is watching me.
And my hands tremble.
I fled from everyone like a weakling and my grandfather is the only family I have got.
Sometimes I wonder if I crossed a line I shouldn’t have crossed.
If he’s taken away from me too, I would never forgive myself. I ran away, but I’m worried about his safety. I always ask about him and hope no one is threatening him or something.
I know he is a powerful alpha, but I’m still worried and there are a lot of things that I don’t know about my step-brothers.
Secrets that need to be unraveled. How did Aiden die? My grandpa never told me how he died. When I ask questions upon questions, he tells me to be patient.
How can I be patient when the killer of my first love roams free? I want to know more about them. I know they are dangerous, but I want to know the truth behind Aiden’s death and the clan.
I thought if I lived far away from them, the bond between us would lessen and the chances of rejecting all of them would get easier for me.
I guess this would be harder than I thought. Why do I feel it getting stronger, the more I go far away from them?
Why does my heart burn and ache at the thought of them? Why do I want to rip my heart out of my chest?
I haven’t heard from my father in years too. I once told my grandfather to help me search for him, but he said he is untraceable and probably changed his identity and moved to a place no one could find him.
But why? I thought he loved me. Shouldn’t he look for me and guard me on my path? There are a bunch of questions I want to ask him? Why did he abandon me? I know he wanted me, but it’s been years.
Why didn’t he look for me? We are both alike. I’m his daughter, for fuck’s sake. Did he move on and get married, and forget about me?
That’s the only explanation I could come up with. There’s a possibility he forgot about me and moved on with his life. After all, he was in great pain and unhappy with my mother.
There are moments I want to see him, and tell him how much I love him and I’m sorry for doubting him and thinking he never loved me.
I want to see my father.