Dawson Family

With their hopes high they ran ahead to save their lives. Florence’s concentration was distributed behind as well as infront, due which she didn’t notice movements in side ways between trees.

Like flash a big brown wolf jumped infront of her,

“Paxton??” said Florence as she clearly remembered the wolf who attacked her previously many times. How couldn’t she remember the worst nightmare of her life?? A nightmare who proved all myths of those creatures who appeared to be her imagination from books.

Florence saw that grin on Paxton's wolf face, which was grin of acceptance of his real identity. Paxton looked at Florence from top to bottom, she was in purple velvet dress falling beyond her knees. He remembered her beauty from the night of celebration, his desires were again developing to own her. The fact of her being mate of Vampire Lord made it worst.