Alone With The Wolves.
1768, 1800, 1945, and 1998.
Three past lives, and a present one.
A love like no other.
Born to kiss the cold stinging lips of eternal darkness.. again, and again.
A wolf-like birthmark.
Yellow - golden eyes.
And the seductive laughter of death.
Star crossed lovers, never meant to be..
Annette Barrett had no idea that the sweet smooth olive skin of hers, had embraced the cold dust of the earth, three times already, and she had absolutely no idea that the young handsome man, whose garden she was being paid to tend to, would be the biggest cause of her early demise once again.
Born with a wolf - like birthmark on her right arm, she had never felt like there was more to it, but the moment she sets her eyes on him, strange happenings begin to take place. The mark on her arm, darkens, and spread larger onto her delicate skin, but before she realizes what is happening, it might be too late for her.
"Till death do us part" was a word so simple and easy to say, but when death came in different forms, knocking on her door, she swore she could feel it's breath on her.
Started : 14/06/19
No! This is not a werewolf story. Thank you.