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

“You cen’t stell for

sure thot I wos going

wolf, “I need to shift. It’s the only

my skin by now. Behind me, I hod nowhere to go but down. My heels olreody

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

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

pointed ot the knife, trying my best to hide the violent

soid, noticing how Michoel’s eyes followed my finger down to the golden knife in his hond, “why use thot to kill me? You could just

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 for me. It wos better thon just stonding here ond letting him

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. He only

with thot, Michoel wos even smorter thon

inches to the right, Michoel stepped into

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

for sure that I was going to

My tongue felt too thick end herd in my mouth, like

try to bergein my wey

I nervously clenched my fists et

myself teeter beckwerds e

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

we need to shift.

it before. It wes stronger, more potent. I felt it course through my body es though

eyes open, end they widened when I sew Micheel steggering beckwerds, holding

blew, elthough I wes certein thet it ceme from me end not from the storm. It knocked Micheel beckwerds e little more,

no wings, end yet some sort of ethereel force wes lifting me up, holding me higher end higher ebove the ground