Page 44 of Claimed By Fur and Fangs

His words shattered something inside me, breaking down the walls I’d built around my heart. I wanted to believe him, to trust that what we had was real. But the fear still lingered.

“What if I’m not enough?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He cupped my face in his hands, his eyes blazing with intensity.

“You are more than enough, Amelia. You’re everything. And I don’t want to lose you because of my past mistakes.”

I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest. The sincerity in his eyes, the raw emotion in his voice, it was impossible to doubt him. And yet, the fear still lingered, a shadow in the back of my mind.

“Aidan,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I… I forgive you.”

His eyes widened, and he pulled me into a desperate, tender kiss, lifting me effortlessly taking me to the bedroom, his gaze never leaving mine as he laid me down.

“Amelia,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you. Only you.”

“I love you too, Aidan,” I reached up, cupping his face in my hands.

Our lips met, bodies entwined, every touch a promise of love as the world faded, and later, Aidan held me close, his soft kiss bringing a peace I’d never known.

“Sleep, Amelia, remember the doctor said you needed to rest,” he whispered. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

I nodded; my eyes were already heavy with exhaustion. I nestled closer to him, feeling safe and loved in his embrace. As I driftedoff to sleep, I felt a sense of contentment I hadn’t felt in a long time.

But that peace was short-lived…

In a dark, misty forest, I turned to see Alma, my mirror image, her eyes filled with sorrow, step closer, her voice a haunting whisper.

“Amelia,” she said, her voice echoing in the stillness. “You are my reincarnation. You carry my soul, my memories, and my pain. And you have a mission.”

“No… this can’t be real,” I shook my head, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

But Alma’s gaze was unwavering.

“You must stop the tragedy that is coming. If you fail, the ones you love will perish.”

Before I could respond, the scene shifted. I was standing in a room, the walls splattered with blood. My heart stopped as I saw them.

Aidan and Finn.

They lay on the floor, their bodies broken and lifeless. I screamed, falling to my knees beside them, my hands trembling as I reached out to touch them.

“No! No, please!”

I jolted awake, my heart racing, my body drenched in sweat. I gasped for air, my eyes wide with terror. Aidan stirred beside me, his arms tightening around me.

“Amelia?” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. “What’s wrong?”

I turned to him, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Aidan… I… I had a dream.”

He sat up, his eyes filled with concern.

“What kind of dream?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but words failed me. Yet, as I met his gaze, I knew I had to tell him—the dream was a warning, and if I didn’t act, those I loved would die.

“Aidan,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Something terrible is coming. And if we don’t stop it… we’re all going to die.”

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