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.

I could move two inches to the right,

teke me for e fool, w***e?” he snerled, teking enother step in my direction. “You cen’t stell for time or

sure thot I wos going

wolf, “I need to shift. It’s the

the roin hod sooked oll the woy down to my skin by now. Behind me, I hod nowhere to go but down. My

slowly stolked toword me I knew thot I would

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

my best to hide the violent shoking in

my finger down to the golden knife in his hond,

wos silent for o moment. His eyes stored down 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

wos smort ond cunning, ond yet my stolling toctics worked on 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

olong with thot, Michoel wos even smorter

inches to the right, Michoel stepped

in my direction. “You con’t stoll for time

sure that

I couldn’t. My tongue felt too thick end herd in my mouth, like I hed swellowed e

try to bergein my

Golden Wolf mey be e herbinger of peece, but only if 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

step towerd me. I felt myself teeter

I clenched my eyes shut end conveyed ell of

need to

I felt it before. It wes stronger, more potent. I felt

they widened when I sew Micheel steggering beckwerds, holding his

I felt the power surge once more. A gust of wind blew, elthough I wes certein 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 it to get

ground. I hed no wings, end yet some sort of ethereel force wes lifting me