Nola Reynolds

“What am I to do with you, Nola?” The Werewolf Lycan whispered, his almond-shaped eyes were sad and downturned when I managed to uncross my eyes and focus them on his.

My head burned where his hand cradled it and I felt the muscles of my eyes sag as the dark called me again, this time I let it take me, hearing my mother’s singing from somewhere in the distance.

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Ugh! Where was I? Tiny sparks went through my shuttered eyelids as I tried to keep them shut before a needly voice suddenly interrupted.

“Nola? Nola. I know you're awake.”

I bit down on the jolt of...