And we’re finally here, in a rather large forest, not knowing quite where we are or where we are going, much less where we are even going to start. Yet nothing else has ever felt so right, not in my entire life, with all the shards coming together to form a beautiful picture of a perfect world.
“Mona, please calm down,” Mr. Vigilance says softly, “it is fine now. You are back.” “That’s not what happened. Griffin was taking me to a new part of the castle when you guys showed up and…” I put my head in my hands. “I don’t know.” NICK’S P. O.V Chapter three: Please let it stop. “I’m feeling okay. My arm hurts and so does my head. I think I’ll be alright to go…oh wait…” I trailed off, realizing that I had no home to go to. I stopped running and stepped into to the side so if someone ran passed me they wouldn’t have to dodge.
It took about a minute for me to be able to breathe agai, Uniform Dating.
I started running again and didn’t stop until the 20 laps were done. “Umm, listen, about yesterday’s night, I just want to say that I – I, ummmm, – ” ? Don’t call me that.” I turned to look at all the guys “You are all bad influences.
” I told them. They just laughed.
“Crack babies.” I muttered Meredith looked at Blairs’ wolf form and smiled, another white wolf in the family.
Blair would be the fourth white wolf in a sea of black, mahogany, brown and gray, “What did you do?” Blair said in her wolf form making Meredith stare at her, only she was able to do that. Chloe slid off the hood as I got into the passenger’s seat. Feeling rather awkward, I stumble out of Xavier’s arms and stand beside him. Scanning the row of men, I see no familiar faces. Danae and Ray are a few feet away from us, obviously trying to judge how powerful their opponent is. I stretched a little, my arms reaching above my head, giving off a careless impressio, Uniform Dating.
I spare one glance outside of my window but all I can see is miles and miles of road. There is no gas station, no store of any kind. I drove forward and bumped him agai, Uniform Dating. This whole time we continued to bump each other, but I kept on bumping him and the walls.
“I was talking about food.” I said quickly. He sighed, and asked, as if it was some daily routine that he had to do and did not enjoy: “What is there to eat?” I rolled over and reached for a plate of pasta that was standing on a chair.
“Breath, breath.” I teased