HARLOW COULDN'T HELP IT; she ran as fast as she could in human form. The feelings that consumed her at that moment helped her; the rage within her was all she felt. She had a vague idea of where she was heading, and she wasn't in the least bit scared. She was ready to do some violence.
In the background, she could hear faint voices of people shouting. Footsteps were following her, but she ignored them and carried on gaining speed. Harlow wished she could shift into her wolf form, but it was nearly impossible for her. She hadn't entirely shifted into that form...ever. Although for the first time since she had woken up, her wolf stirred, she remained livid; she was dying to place her sharp canines on someone's flesh at the moment and rip it to shreds, but luck wasn't on their side.
Harlow felt utterly enraged at the thought of Michael causing yet, another disaster...as if murdering innocent people wasn't enough, he had to take a step for
PAIN...That was all Harlow could feel. Her body ached from any slight movements she made, while her head felt like it was going to burst. What happened to her?Fluttering her eyes open, she studied her surroundings carefully. It looked like she was in some cell. When her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she realised that she was correct with her sudden assumptions. She was in prison...a cell, to be exact. Iron bars that seemed rusty and old blocked her only way of escaping; it was the only thing that remained in the way at this moment.Harlow sniffed the air knowing instantly that she was in Michael's territory. They had locked her up down here for God knows how long, and now she was awake to meet complete darkness and slicing silence. Could her life get any worse than this?Sighing, her body slumped against the cold wall bringing her feet closer to her, but she was scared; n
HARLOW WAS LEFT THERE ALONE, just like he had always left her. "OW!" She cried; his disappearing act left her mind engulfed with endless theories and unhealthy questions for the mind; her mind was so focused on that, that she hadn't realised that the men he spoke to were already obliging his order. They chained her like a filthy beast; a coldness embraced her ankles, and when they tightened the chains, she cried again painfully. It's not only that it hurt, but it felt like somehow it would burn her leg off. "Don't transform, and you should be fine." One of Michael's men's words were direct, not in the least comforting, and when he left, locking her inside her cell. Harlow checked her ankle; she saw the chain touching her skin. Grimacing, she returned to her original space against the cold wall. "They cover these chains with silver, you know? It isn't much to kill you, but it does do some harm," The guy in the
THERE WERE MANY WAYS HARLOW HAD PICTURED HER MOTHER'S REACTION WHEN SHE DISTINGUISHED THE FACT THAT SHE HAD RAN AWAY, and ultimately failed to follow her instructions of resting. For example, she pictured her yelling at the top of her lungs with everyone at the hospital to witness everything. She had pictured her to ground her for life, which she did, but not without letting her know how disappointed she was in her, while also explaining the rules she had to follow to keep herself safe. However, Harlow had never in a million years except for her and the Beta reacting in the way they did. After the yelling and shouting, the Beta of her current Pack had thought it would be a good idea if someone kept a close watch on her for a while. When the words left his mouth, she couldn't breathe. The thought of someone watching her every move was suffocating and downright rigidulous, but that wasn't the worst part of this whole thing because the pers
WHEN HARLOW IMAGINED HERSELF TRAINING, getting beat up was not the way she imagined. "You are weak. Have you ever trained before?" The girl that Matt had partnered her up threw her hundredth insult of the day. For the past half an hour, she had learned a lot about her, Millie. One, she was rude. Two, she was annoying, and three, she was a complete bitch. Harlow wasn't the type to use such name-calling, but she had never met annoy so infuriating before. "Actually," Harlow replied, holding her hands up and trying her best to block her blows, "I have never trained before. This is my first time." Her eyes widened for a second, then quickly composed herself and huffed at her. "And you call yourself a wolf?" She laughed, shaking her head in disgust. There it was again, that sentence that always reminded her of her lacking abilities, but doesn't trying count for something? Millie
"MATT, WHERE ARE WE GOING?" Harlow asked for the millionth time. Deep down, Harlow felt curious; it struck a great need to know where he could take her? He held her hand as he guided her through the depths of the forest. She had lost count of the trees that had pasted them by as they swizzed through the forest. "You'll see." He said. Harlow couldn't help be feel something ignite inside her, a warm fuzzy feeling she had never really felt before. Matt's secrecy was more alluring than anything she had experienced before. "You have been saying that for the past hour." She whined. Harlow couldn't help but notice the fleeting sun; it had begun to set; it was getting late as the sun was beginning to lower, taking its light away from them. She watched as the shadows formed around them, taking distorted shapes. Laughter caught her attention; Matt's laugh made her refocus her
HARLOW HAD PARTED FROM MATT; he'd dropped her off a couple of blocks down. His father, her Alpha, needed to have a chat with him. She couldn't help but notice how unpleased Matt looked whenever someone mentioned his father's name; nonetheless, it wasn't her place to ask. She had been walking for a few minutes with the wind as her only company. She barely paid any attention to her surroundings; her mind was too focused on him...Michael, and whatever the hell did he wanted? The anger she felt inside was supposed to keep her from changing her mind, from wanting to be near him, yet, when she saw him, it was like those things he did, didn't seem to matter. Her heart would still beat for him. 'NO!' She couldn't, not after what he had done to her. He put her in the hospital, for God sake! He deserved what he got coming for him. As much as she wanted him to suffer, she doubted he cared about what he did to her. Her nan's h
HARLOW WAS FROZEN, only to watch Michael sitting up and bring his feet to the ground, so he was sitting on the edge of the bed while she just stood there, rooted to the spot. Harlow didn't know what to expect at this point, what she was supposed to do in a situation like this? She was aiming to avoid him like the plague; yes, she didn't do an excellent job at it, but how was she supposed to avoid him when he could be everywhere. It wasn't her fault.Harlow cursed the Gods above, yet, it seemed they weren't playing any games.Her thoughts were clouded with hundreds of questions, but the only one she managed to utter was, "How did you get in..." But she didn't even manage to complete it when his eyes landed on the answer, an open window. Did she leave it open? Even if she didn't, she was pretty sure a closed window wouldn't be able to stop Michael from assessing her room.'Gaddamn him.'The side of his
"LOOK AT ME!" At this point, Harlow didn't care if her mother or nan heard the commotion upstairs.He moved his hands and took a few steps back; Harlow could see his back muscles tense as her demand left her lips. Their harshness seemed to strike a nerve within him, but she didn't care if it upset him; she wanted to know why he did this to her? Mates were supposed to protect one another, not the opposite."Michael." She called, but he wasn't responding to her. All Harlow could see was his hands tighten into a tight fist; the movement made her shiver slightly as the sudden realisation dawned on her that if she were to push him too harsh, the reductions would be severe.Michael only movement or sound that he made was the threatening growl the escaped his lips every once in a while, it was apparent that he was trying to remain in control, but Harlow didn't understand why he was upset about something he had caused.
FOR A SECOND, Harlow couldn't understand why Michael looked so panicked. She felt fine, so why was he so worried? "I'm so sorry," He continued to say for the fifth time, "I didn't mean to." What was he talking about? "Michael, it's fine." She spoke. She leaned slightly up, feeling so aware of her body being bare. "Look," she grasped his shoulder, "I'm fine." His head shook, looking disorientated and shocked. "Michael, I'm fine." But he wasn't listening; he stepped away from her, seeming to be in a bizarre state of mind. Wherever his mind was, she knew Michael wasn't mentally there. As soon as she blicked, he disappeared and vanished into thin air. She was used to his disappearing acts, which he always did whenever things would get real; as soon as they became close, she couldn't figure out why and why he constantly pushed her away. A heavy sigh left her, feeling tired. Tired of life, this time, no matter how much it hurt her, Michael leaving was the last thing she was worried abou
"What did you do to him?!" Harlow couldn't understand or get her mind around what she was seeing. The instinct to run to him and help me was strong, and that's was she intended to do, but Sabin stopped her. "You need to keep your distance, Mate or not; if you get too close, he will shred you to pieces in this state," Sabin told her firmly. His eyes were dark; shadows lingered in them. "Let him wake up first, and then you can talk to him." 'Michael, what the hell did he do to you?' Harlow's thoughts run wild with theories, but Sabin doesn't waste time answering them. "Maybe it's not my place to inform you, but I know damn well Michael won't do it. My brother has a habit of running away from his problems." "Yeah, no kidding." Harlow couldn't help but say, but the look that Sabin gave didn't leave room for anything more than those three words to escape. "I'm pretty sure Michael told you that we are cursed. Him more than us, if you don't know." Yeah, she'd figured that part out. "
HARLOW KNEW SHE'D FAINT WHEN HER STOMACH GAVE OUT. Micheal's teeth sank deeper into her skin, engraving her flesh with his essence. It felt like her insides were being replaced by some black hole, and then nausea crept from her abdomen to her head; that's when the world went black. She didn't know what happened after she fainted; it didn't seem necessary to her because everything was better than what awaited her when she woke up, but just like every time she had fainted in the past, she woke up.However, there was no Michael's insight. The person who had claimed her for the rest of her life, who had stolen that choice away from her, was nowhere to be seen. The only comfort was the unfamiliar white walls surrounding her; they weren't hers. Harlow was no longer in her room; the sheets on top of her body were silky soft, and dark in their appearance. They were much better quality than the plain white covers her mother had gotten her, but the luxury covers did nothing to ease the pain sh
"I'M SORRY...?" Harlow remained confused; had she heard him correctly. Did he say what she thought he said? If so, then...it was much weirder than what she had imagined him to say. "That's not possible."Michael released a strained chuckle, "Why is it impossible for you?""Because it is." That inkling of craziness within Micheal's voice rang in her head, that slight possibility that he'd known him before; maybe that's why her mother wasn't so pleased about him. Still, then again, that could also have been the fact that he was a crazed murderer that destroyed people's lives for absolutely no reason. It didn't change the fact that it sounded beyond crazy...and not to mention weird. To think that even when she was daydreaming about the time when she would meet him, it turns out she had known him since the day she was born.Surely she couldn't have missed the most significant part of her life. The thing she had always dreamt of had already happened, and
"GET OUT." With no hesitation, the words flew out of her mouth, and there was nothing Michael could have done to persuade her otherwise. That sickening feeling settled inside her, that feeling of deja vu, knowing precisely what he was doing here. It always was the same. The game Michael played with her head was never-ending; if only she could flip it around and play with his instead, too bad, she didn't have that power over someone like Michael. Michael's eyes were as dark as she had ever seen them, and there was a multitude of emotions swirling in them. His eyes watched her with a pang of sadness, a destress, and they scanned every inch of her body; the action had her a little uncomfortable. For someone who enjoyed hurting her, his emotions sure were fickle. The feeling felt so foreign on his face like it didn't belong there. Michael sat on her bed with the silence surrounding them. However, his eyes bored through her; they stared without ever wavering
HARLOW STOOD THERE NUMB, with shock, as she watched the last vestiges of life leave the small body. Seconds passed flew by, Harlow knew that her Wolf was howling at her, urging her to snap out of her trance, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the grotesque sight. As a werewolf, she had seen plenty of violence in her life, even heard about it. However, she has never witnessed something like this; the brutal slaying of a boy that was but a child. Death was something she was familiar with, but she had never experienced it; she had never seen what it was like to watch another person's soul leave their body. Judging by the size of the hole in his chest, his heart had been ripped clean from his body; that was one of the only ways to kill a werewolf. The more Harlow stared at the boy, the more her mother's face appeared in the forefront of her mind. Was this how she died? Was this how her heart was ripped out of her chest? Had Michael done this too? She didn't s
"Right, right. Yes, yes, we need to get home." The alarmed look on Mia's face didn't go unnoticed; both of them were startled. Hearing about another death wasn't something to take lightly. However, Harlow couldn't help her brain from questioning whether or not it was Michael's doing. He killed her mother; what's stopping him from Killing anyone else within this Pack? "And, quickly," Mia said. Harlow didn't waste any time; she stood up fast. Mia did the same, dusting herself off. "Let's go." Her mind didn't question the fact that it might have been Michael, she knew he had no heart, and it took her mother's death to realise it properly. Everything tragic that happened around here, Michael was the cause. At the corner of her eye, Harlow saw mia slowing her pace to match hers. It was no secret that she couldn't shift, and probably that's why everyone gave her those looks all the time, a look of curiosity but also a look that coul
"WHEN DID THE PAIN START?" Mia asked as she listened attentively. Her eyes at times would widen, and her eyebrows would scrunch up into anger whenever she heard what Harlow told her, and Harlow made sure to inform her of every detail, making sure she didn't leave any points out. Why would she? Mia Knew the most important secret she had tried to hide, so what else did she have to lose. "A few days after meeting him."Her eyes lowered, whispering cruse after curse words before her eyes met Harlow's. "He seems like a real joy." Sarcasm laced every single word.Harlow let out an uneasy laugh; she had to agree, he was the most harmful person she'd ever met, but it wasn't like Harlow could do anything about it, at least she had thought that until now. "Yeah, a real keeper. Don't you think?" Harlow replied."Oh, most certainly." With her own form of sarcasm, Mia said, "When did the dreams start?"Harlow wrinkled her eyebrows in co
THAT MORNING SHE ENTERED THE SCHOOL, it was different, and everything felt foreign. Harlow's gut couldn't help but think of what her Nan had said, 'I don't need history to repeat itself once again.' Harlow wondered what it meant, what did that have to do with her? "Hey." Mia's cheery voice made her jump. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Breathlessly, Harlow greeted her. "Hey." "You seem on edge today; you okay?" Mia asked genuinely, but Harlow didn't know what was genuine or what wasn't. So she chose to ignore her question, maybe because she didn't know what to say. What would she say? When she looked at Mia curiously, it suddenly clicked; Mia had been in this Pack her whole life. She must know something; Mia was the most knowledgeable and the nosiest person here, Harlow had come to realise. Her father was close with the Alpha and Beta, and she must've heard something about what was going on. So Harlow couldn't help herself; she needed t