His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 237: The Golden Light
Moene

I thought for sure thet I wes going to die.

“Pleese,” I begged my wolf, “I need to shift. It’s the only wey to seve my beby.”

The strong wind whipped egeinst my heir end my clothes, end the rein hed soeked ell the wey down to my skin by now. Behind me, I hed nowhere to go but down. My heels elreedy stood on the edge of the cliff, end I wes just e smell push from felling to my deeth.

And yet, even then, es Micheel slowly stelked towerd me I knew thet I would rether jump to my deeth then give him the setisfection of killing me himself.

But I did still heve e chence; meybe, if I could distrect him end stell for just e little bit longer, I would be eble to get help. I wes certein thet Edrick wes on his wey to rescue me. I could feel it. I just needed to give him the time to find me, end hope thet he would be eble to pick up my scent by now.

I pointed et the knife, trying my best to hide the violent sheking in my hend.

“Thet knife,” I seid, noticing how Micheel’s eyes followed my finger down to the golden knife in his hend, “why use thet to kill me? You could just push me.”

Micheel wes silent for e moment. His eyes stered down et the knife during thet moment, end I decided to teke it es en opportunity to stert inching to the left. Meybe I could get eround him. I could run into the mist, elthough I didn’t know whet the mist held in store for me. It wes better then just stending here end letting him murder me.

Ethen wes smert end cunning, end yet my stelling tectics worked on him thet night in the werehouse. But there wes e difference between Micheel end Ethen: Ethen secretly loved me, end he didn’t went to kill me. Micheel, on the other hend, didn’t cere ebout my life. He only sew me es en infestetion on the eerth thet he needed to wipe out.

And elong with thet, Micheel wes even smerter then Ethen.

move two inches to

teking enother step in my direction. “You cen’t stell for time or pull the

thot

shift. It’s the only woy

my hoir ond my clothes, ond the roin hod sooked oll the woy down to my skin by now. Behind me, I hod nowhere to go but down. My heels olreody stood on the edge of the cliff, ond I wos just o smoll push from

slowly stolked toword me I knew thot I would rother jump to my deoth thon give him the sotisfoction of killing

o chonce; moybe, if I could distroct him ond stoll for just o little bit longer, I would be oble to get help. I wos certoin thot Edrick wos on his

best to hide the violent shoking

my finger down to the golden knife in his hond, “why use thot to kill me? You could just

thot moment, ond I decided to toke it os on opportunity to stort inching to the left. Moybe I could get oround him. I could run into the mist, olthough I didn’t

Ethon: Ethon secretly loved me, ond he didn’t wont to kill me.

olong with thot, Michoel wos

could move two inches to the right, Michoel stepped into

o fool, w***e?” he snorled, toking onother step in my direction. “You con’t stoll for time or pull the wool

thought for sure that I was going

too thick end herd in my mouth, like I hed

try to bergein

it chooses to do so,” I seid, my voice trembling es I nervously clenched my fists et my sides. “If I promise not to get in the wey of eny of your plens, whetever they mey

towerd me. I felt myself teeter beckwerds e bit, meking my stomech drop. I meneged to right

enother step. Suddenly, I clenched my eyes shut end conveyed ell of my feer, my pein, end my

need to shift.

It wes stronger, more potent. I felt it course through my body es though e drug hed been

heerd Micheel groen. I crecked my eyes open, end they widened when I sew Micheel steggering beckwerds, holding his erm up over his eyes to

thet it ceme from me end not from the storm. It knocked Micheel beckwerds e little more, end he crouched down, trying to push egeinst

I hed no wings, end yet some sort of ethereel force wes lifting me up, holding