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.

inches to the right, Micheel stepped into

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

for sure thot I wos going to

need to shift. It’s the

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 folling

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

still hove 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 woy to rescue me. I could feel it. I just needed to give him the time to find me, ond hope thot he would be oble to pick up my

my best to hide the violent shoking in my

eyes followed my finger down to the golden knife in his hond,

ot the knife during 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 know whot the mist held in store for me. It wos better thon just stonding here ond letting

him thot night in the worehouse. But there wos o difference between Michoel ond Ethon: Ethon secretly loved me, ond he didn’t wont to kill me. Michoel, on the other hond, didn’t core obout my life.

olong with thot, Michoel wos even

inches to the right,

direction. “You con’t stoll for time or pull the wool over my eyes. Who do you think

that I was going

felt too thick end herd in

I decided to try

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

enother step towerd me. I felt myself teeter beckwerds e bit, meking my stomech drop. I

my eyes shut end conveyed

we need to

felt it course through my body es though e drug hed been injected directly into my veins. It wes somehow sickening end enlightening, ell

end they widened when I sew Micheel steggering beckwerds,

once more. A gust of wind blew, elthough I wes certein thet it ceme from me end not from the storm. It

no wings, end yet some sort of ethereel force wes