House of Guardians by Beatrice Sand

Author:Beatrice Sand
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Demigods, forbidden love, greek mythology, paranormal romance, romantic, new adult, sexy, trilogy
Publisher: Sand Publishing
Published: 2017-06-06T16:35:02+00:00

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For as long as I can remember, I have been haunted by the same dream. It’s more a state of slumber, somewhere between sleep and waking, where I can’t distinguish reality from fantasy. Anyway, it always ends the same way—with the claws of a wolf, foaming at the mouth, on my chest.

I kick off my sheets and get out of bed. My upper arm is pounding heavily. It always does after that dream—just like I always get that melancholic, gloomy feeling that sticks with me the rest of the day.

I shuffle into the bathroom and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My brightly colored eye socket contrasts with the rest of my pale face and my hair is one big mess of knots and tangles.

I sit down on the rim of the bathtub, take a strand of hair between my fingers, and start working on the first tangle. It’s probably going to take me all day, but it’s not like I have anything better do to anyway; I am grounded. Kind of. Along with Renee. Not that we are locked inside the house, but graduation parties are out of the question due to our irresponsible behavior. Ideally, I would have preferred to keep my mouth shut, but there’s just no way around a bruised eye, a dent in the pool table and broken furniture. I tried to protect Renee by saying that I had found Julien in the bar by chance, but after seeing the demolition in the hotel bar, Renee freaked out completely and confessed the whole conspiracy to Mia and Martin.

To my great horror, Martin wants me to press charges against Julien, but I prefer to forget about everything as soon as possible. Besides, I don’t feel like facing Julien again. I would press charges immediately if I thought that he would do the same thing to other girls, but I am convinced that Sam has frightened Julien enough to last him the rest of his life. At moments like these, when my life seems shattered and everything is going wrong, that wolf, foaming at the muzzle, appears in my dream.

I stop untangling my hair and wonder if the dream is trying to tell me something, but I can’t see any symbol or clue whatsoever in the haunting wolf and the aimless life I lead. I’m probably too down-to-earth for hidden messages or solutions in dreams, but I can’t let it go either.

I saunter back into my bedroom and pull my photo album from the top shelf.

I smile at my mother’s comments under the photographs. I turn the pages until I find the picture I’m looking for. The sun was burning so fiercely that day that Yfke had put a floppy sun hat on my head to protect my sensitive skin.

Musing and a bit sad, I stare at the other pictures. There is a decorated cake with marzipan carrots and four candles on the table. I can see from my impatient face that I wasn’t interested in a piece of my favorite cake.

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