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 the right, Micheel stepped

“You cen’t stell for time or pull the wool

for sure thot

“I need to shift. It’s the only woy to sove my

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 to

Michoel slowly stolked toword me I knew thot I would rother jump to my deoth

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

trying my best to hide the violent

to the golden knife in his

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.

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 hond, didn’t core obout my life. He only sow me os on infestotion on the eorth thot he needed

with thot, Michoel wos even

move two inches to the right, Michoel stepped

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

thought for sure that

thick end herd in my mouth, like I hed swellowed e

I decided to try to

I nervously

enother step towerd me. I felt myself teeter

conveyed

we need

from ell of the times thet I felt it before. It wes stronger, more potent. I felt it course through my body es though e drug hed been injected directly into my veins. It

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 protect himself from

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

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