AN: See! I promised I'd update! Here is chapter six. Oh and I found out like last night, that there are hardly any agents and publishers who want to work for a fourteen year old. And that really sucks, because I am so close!

Chapter six: Forever: Three weeks later

Shyann POV

Lightning streaks across the cloudy sky. It is only four pm, yet the sky is almost pitch black, with cumulonimbus clouds. Eden and Anneal called. They are staying with Faith Bangle. Jodi's sister. They are the only sisters of the huntresses. For, the funeral was just this morning. They want to make sure Faith doesn't do anything dangerous to herself.

I walk into the kitchen and fix myself a bowl of cereal. Once I'm done, I push Becoming Jane into the DVD Player, flop on the couch, and get lost in the tragic love story of Jane Austen and Mr. LaFroy. My eyes flutter closed, half way through the movie.

At least two hours later, I jolt up, with hot tear running down my face. Why am I crying? I didn't have a nightmare. I don't even remember dreaming.

Something clenches tight in my heart. "Ian." I whisper. I jolt off the couch, and run in my bare feet, thin camisole, and pajama shorts, down the sand. I wind, and rain whip at my face, but onward I run.

In the distance, I can just barely make out the form of a man. As I get closer, I notice that he is standing tall, brave, and fearless against the raging storm. He stands there, his muscles rippling across his bare chest.

"Ian!" I cry. He turns around, his face stony and guarded. Tears leak down my face, for the pain in my heart is now unbearable. I slow down, only when I reach him. I stumble, and he holds his arm out to steady me. "Ian." I whisper. My heart clenching tighter. I cry out. "Make it go away." My words are barely a whisper. More like mouthing breathlessly.

Ian catches me, before I hit the ground. He holds my shoulders tight trying to keep me from falling.

"Shyann." He whispers. There's something in his voice. Something that reaches my ears, and makes all the agonizing pain in my heart leave.

I begin to tremble from the cold. My clothes are soaked through. Ian puts his arms around me, and slides his hands quickly up and down my back, trying to warm me with friction. I press myself into him, savoring the warmth his body radiates.

"Why are you h-h-here." I say, my teeth chattering together.

"I wanted to see you." He says.

"Then why d-d-didn't you come to the house?" getting colder.

"I couldn't risk the chance of Eden and Anneal coming back early." His voice is just as unreadable as his face.

"W-w-w-wh-y-y-y?" but he doesn't answer. He just holds me tighter. I pull away for a moment, and whip my camisole off. I snuggle back into his arms. Having my skin bare, allows his body heat to warm me better.

"What was that about?" he asks, his voice slightly amused, yet also unsure.

"Warmer." Is all it takes for him to get the message. The rain lets up, and Ian walks with both arms around me to a drier spot on the sand. He sits down and lays me across his lap, with his arms around me.

"How did you know I would come?" I ask, able to speak now, without shivering.

"Shyann." He whispers. His voice is smooth, like his words are coming towards me and caressing my face. " I called you. And I knew you would come because you're my huntress." He takes my face in between his hands. "My mate." He kisses me then, with such intensity. Without thinking, I push my mouth, and part my lips. His tongue dances into my mouth. He rolls over me, and kisses my neck.

"Mark me." I whisper. His hand lays on my breast, and begins to knead it. I moan in pleasure. "Mark me." This time it is a whimper. Ian lifts his head up. I watch in adoration as his teeth grow to sharp canines. He looks at me for a moment. He's wondering where to mark me. I sit up, reach behind me, and unclasp my bra. I let it slide off, and I rest my hand on my right breast.

Ian kisses it, and then bites down hard, just above it. I cry out it ecstasy. He kisses my breast over and over. Then he moves to my neck, and bites down again. His tongue traces over the wound, lapping at the blood.

"Forever." He whispers. "Forever, you are mine."

I nod, not being able to utter words, as he kneads my breasts, and scrapes them with his claws. "Forever."