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.
HER MIND HALTED AT THE SUDDEN AND INCOMPREHENSIVE OF MICHAEL.Harlow didn't have time to register his lips as they heated hers with want. She felt like she had fallen into dream mode again, and her need to kiss Michael was only a hallucination created by her brain to satisfy her. It wasn't until he gripped her hair tightly and pulled at it, making her grasp and giving him the access he needed, did reality crash down on her. It was the best feeling in the world. Immediately, her arms wounded themselves around his neck, and she pulled him closer- not that she needed to with the proximity between them. However, kissing Michael rarely happened, and she was planning on making the most of it. Her lips had never felt this bliss before, and she wanted more, so much more. Compared to what she imagined, this moment to go was not how she imagined it, this kiss was much rougher, but she liked
KICKING THE PEBBLES INSTINCTIVELY, it was that time of year again. It was December already, so it was natural that the shopping centre had transformed into a Christmas world of its own. Everywhere she stepped foot in, she was surrounded by faces of Santa Claus, Christma and bright lights. Christmas was just around the corner, and people were decorating their homes and neighbourhoods as they got ready for the festive season. Honestly, Christmas was her favourite time of the year as it was most people. People would give out presents so generously you would think they have a basement full of gifts. It was simply perfect...but this year was different. Harlow didn't have Michael last year. Then again, could she say she had him because, in reality, that wasn't the case? Months had passed since she had seen him; after their heated encounter, Michael had disappeared like a ghost from the face of the earth. Just like last time, but it wasn't his
"HARLOW, GET AWAY FROM HIM?" Her mother's voice was like a ringing of a warning in her ears, a direct instruction or else. "Move. Away. From. Him. NOW." "No." Her mother's tone indicated so much foreseeable threat; however, when Harlow's eyes shifted from her mother to the man who laid half-dead on her bedroom floor, she couldn't. It was simple. Her feet were rooted to the ground as Michael's blood-soaked her hands. Murderer or not, he was her Mate and just like he hadn't let her die in those woods, he had abandoned her; she couldn't either. "Mom, please," she begged with pleading eyes. "He needs our help." Harlow couldn't help but notice the harshness within her own mother's eyes. They were dark, and it was obvious how she felt about Michael; the hate radiated off her in thunderous waves crashing against the shore. "Harlow, he's a murderer." "He's my Mate." Micheal deserved everything he got in this mo
THERE WEREN'T MANY WORDS TO EXPLAIN THE SITUATION HARLOW WAS IN; she watched as her mother barely made an effort to stitch her Mates wounds together. Every so often, Michael's face scrunched up in pain, but he never made a sound. Aggressively, she dabbed with an alcoholic towel against his damaged skin. "Would it kill you to be a little gentle?" "Yes, it would." Her mother's eyes flickered towards him; anger burned inside them—a wave of irritationthat remained unknown to Harlow. It felt odd, the whole situation with Michael and her mother. Something inside of her told her that they weren't stranger, two people that only met by coincidence, by circumstance. No, it didn't feel like that; Harlow was more than confident they knew each other. "Hands off." Michael winked in pain, groaning each time her mother dabbed on the wound. "Then, in that case, I would r
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