Frostbitten

But she was dead, and she died a long time ago.

After being attacked by anti-supernatural soldiers, Alexa and I were taken in by a pack of Alaskan werewolves with plans on fighting back, and although grateful that we were given a home and shelter, it was hard to face a werewolf named Loren who resembled a woman that Alexa once loved. She was also the most unpleasant pack member of them all.

That’s why when I spotted a woman in a white dress with long brown locks and glistening sun colored eyes, I knew that it wasn’t Loren, but who could it be if Esha was dead?

Was I just seeing things from Alexa’s memories?

Or did the love of her life never actually die at all?

Only a short while ago, I was debating suicide, but then I met Alexa and my entire world flipped upside down. Light became dark, and darkness became beauty. For what seemed to be the end was just the beginning.

I was reborn and made into a new person, and for that I owed her my life, but I found myself wanting to give her more.

To do more…

But with her dark past and haunting memories, there was no guarantee that she would ever let me in.

It was hard to compete with the dead.

I stood at the edge of the rooftop ready to jump when my tired eyes met her glowing blues.

It wasn’t until her ice-cold fangs sunk into my neck did I find myself terrified.

But why?

Wasn’t death what I wanted? For once, wasn’t I getting exactly what I wished for?

Maybe I had hoped that in death, I would be reborn.

Who knows, maybe I would be.