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Post by *Annabella Remini on Sept 28, 2009 22:53:51 GMT -5
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Post by *James Silvius on Oct 12, 2009 18:41:01 GMT -5
James's hands trembled as he read the letter for the fifth time. He stared at the signature bearing just a first name. Annabella. James wracked his brain for any memory of her. He mouthed a surname, Remini. Annabella Remini, that was her name. James brought the paper to his nose and inhaled. He got her scent, the scent of a werewolf. He remembered her smell, but he didn't remember her. The name Sevanni he knew. The name was practically radiating off the page. Sevanni Black, the vampire who started the war, the reason why James had no memory. Katra told him all about Black. This Annabella... she was dear to him, she must have been. The letter had the tone of being written by a lover. But Litte was his lover, and she never said anything about an Annabella... What was going on here?
James read the letter again, pausing at Sevanni's name to glare hatefully. It was a goodbye note. Annabella was surrendering, and the James she knew obviously never wanted this for her. She was doing what was in his best interest. She died for him, sacrificed herself, just so Sevanni wouldn't hurt him. James felt a pang in his heart. Sevanni murdered someone important to him, someone he wasn't aware of the existence of until now. Snarling through pointed teeth, James read the letter over again. Love Always, Annabella. She did this completly behind his back. She had feelings for him. Probably good feelings. Was that feeling mutual?
James could feel the presence of the beast in the back of his mind for the first time since he came back to the pack. The beast was dangerous, he must never allow it to control him again. But this time it would be okay. A primal instinct to avenge his fallen werewolf clicked on. The beast loved Annabella. He helped James create her. She was his mate, and now she was dead. The beast knew everything, and as his presence surged to life in him, James, too, remembered everything. The werewolf's pupils dilated. Moving fast, he locked the note away in a drawer, then he began stuffing clothing in a suitcase. He would leave for New York immediately.
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