I stared at the headlines on the flat-screen TV for a few more seconds and my heart rate increased. My mouth was dry and I beginning to think that maybe we had made the wrong call. Maybe we should have turned ourselves in. The police could have seen our side and understood us. “The headline reads culprits. Plural!” Liam began to panic. “Do you think that they know that it was us? Or how else would they know that it was more than one person that was in the car?”“I don’t think they know. It has not even been four hours yet. But what I do think is that we should turn ourselves in.” My voice was small, but loud enough for Liam to hear. “What?” He scoffed. “No!” He walked to the couch and sat down. “We agreed that we weren’t going to do that.” I peeled my eyes off the TV and sat next to him. “You don’t have to worry. I could tell the police that I was alone in the car.”“I said f*ck no! I don’t know what kind of hero mentality you have that compels you to take the fall for people, but
I sat at the dining table with Liam as we were being served by the helpers. The chef had made us a special dish and the aroma swirled in the air, causing my mouth to water. I was starving and from the look on Liam’s face, I could tell that he was really hungry too. I had to end the call with Zayn because he said that his battery was low. But I did get his message: he wanted me to stay safe, for me to know that I was loved, and to remind me that the kids were in good hands. As I sat at the table across from Liam who was now digging in his food, anxiety choked me. I was expecting the detective to call at any minute. I was nervous about that but I was also very curious.I was curious to know what the police knew and their plan concerning the hit and run.“What’s wrong? You’re not touching your food. I thought you were hungry.” Liam said between bites. It looked like he was really enjoying his meal. “Is it about the detective?” I breathed out through my nose and then grabbed my fork a
It was a cold Tuesday afternoon, just a week and a few days before Christmas. The Christmas spirit was in the air and everyone was wearing something warm.Snow had finally begun to fall, making the place look like a winter wonderland. Our holiday decorations were already set up and we had a lovely Christmas tree that was very tall. Even taller than me. Zayn and the others were now back home from their trip to Rocky. They had spent a week there. They told me all about it and showed me all the pictures that they took. It really did look like they had fun, and that made me happy.Today also made it a week since detective Stone told me about the headlight that was found at the scene. I have been on pins and needles ever since. She told me that they had tried to figure out the make and model of the car they were looking for based on the piece of headlight but had no luck, which brought me and Liam some peace of mind. She explained to me that they were not able to do it on their own so t
My heart was filled with worry for Liam as I rushed down the stairs. My legs moved quickly and my senses were sharp. I could not shake his distressed voice out of my head. I bumped into Bunny as soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs and she frowned when she saw the state I was in. “What’s wrong? Is everything alright?” Her eyes ran over me, looking for any signs of me being hurt. I shook my head and then replied, “I’m going over to Liam's, he might be in danger. Let everyone know where I’m at if anyone asks. And don’t worry, I can take care of myself.” I walked away and headed for the door. When I turned the knob and swung the door open, I noticed that it had started snowing again. It was too cold for the layer of clothing that I had on. I needed much warmer clothes but did not have the time. I needed to get over to Liam’s as quickly as possible. He was just a kid and could not even shift, which basically meant that he could barely protect himself if he needed to.And I knew
Silence. No one said a word after Alex had just confessed. There was only the sound of the clock ticking on the wall. It was past ten pm now. The smell of liquor was the perfume in the living room and the rug under the coffee table looked stained with some kind of liquid. I kept glancing at Liam, waiting for him to say something but he did not. The suspense was thick. He just kept breathing in deeply, as if he was trying to calm himself. “Didn’t you hear me? I said that I was the one that killed your mom. I was the one that was driving, not her.” Alex broke the tense silence. “How did it happen? I want to know. How did it happen? Tell me everything.” Liam’s voice was surprisingly calm. He brushed his thumb on his nose and then sniffled. His eyes were glistening with tears and he kept clenching his jaws.“Liam…”“I said I want to f*cking know how it happen!” Liam shouted and I inhaled sharply. “Tell me what happened.” His voice broke. Seeing him like that was torture for me. It wa
It was now the next morning and I made small movements on the soft mattress as I opened my eyes slowly. I adjusted my head on the comfy puffy pillow under me as sleep fled further away from my eyes. It was a new day and I felt renewed. My lower body was still under the gray duvet and Zayn was snoring right beside me. He was shirtless and his mouth was open slightly. Even in sleep, he still looked really good-looking. When I glanced at the alarm clock by the bedside, I saw that it was seven a.m. Birds were chirping and the beams of the sun ray shone through our thin curtains. It was a beautiful morning. The air was cold but not as cold as last night. It was now a comfortable kind of cold. The one where people built snowmen and made snow angels. It was the kind of cold where people threw snowballs at each other and enjoyed the brilliance of winter together. I sat up and dragged my body off the bed. When I stood up, I yawned and walked toward the bathroom. There was something abo
I reached for Liam’s hand and led him a few feet away from the kids before letting him go. The sun was up but cold air still filled the atmosphere. He had a hard expression on his face and pain swirled in his eyes. “Liam, you can not do that.” He chuckled. “Yeah. Yeah, I can.” “I mean, this is not the way out. Yeah, you’re pissed at your dad for lying to you but it was not like he didn’t love your mom and purposely killed her in that accident,” I explained to him, and a look of vulnerability crossed his face for a second before disappearing. “It’s because of him she’s dead, Lara.” His voice broke. “If he was not jealous over her secretary which was all for nothing, I would still have my mom with me. And he was jealous all for nothing. For absolutely nothing.” His eyes were now glossy. “I know. I know.” I tried to touch him in an attempt of comforting him but he pulled away. “Liam, trust me, you do not want to report your dad to the police. He’s the only family you have.” Liam sho
My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty. Anxiety tortured me and as much as I tried, I could not swallow up my nerves. Zayn and I led the detective into the house as breakfast was being served by the helpers. Friendly chatter could be heard and the chandeliers hanging emitted light gracefully even though it was in the day. Serenity and the others were already at the dining table. Only Liam and the kids were missing. But right now, I was more focused on the major development that the detective talked about earlier on the porch. Did it have to do with Liam and me? I noticed the look of suspicion that I got from the detective. “Hi, everyone. I think most of you know who I am, I’m the detective overseeing the current hit-and-run investigation.” Detective Stone introduced herself once we were in the dining area. “Yeah, we remember you. You were the one that wanted to put me away.” Bunny stared at the detective coldly and tension swirled in the air. “But you ended up putting
“Come on, guys. You have Lara and me out here waiting like kids waiting to open up gifts on Christmas morning!” Zayn exclaimed, causing everyone to laugh. The door suddenly opened by itself and my eyes widened mildly. “Did that door just open by itself?” I took a step back, and Ashton and Zoe were amused by my reaction. The door opened wider and a golden retriever jumped out of the car, almost giving me a heart attack. “Gosh!” I exclaimed as I held Zayn’s arm tightly. “I’m not going to lie, I was a bit startled when that dog came out.” Zayn laughed lightly. “So that’s the surprise, huh? A doggie.” Zayn bend down and played with the dog. I had a small fear of dogs. One bit me when I was a kid and since then I have been terrified of them. No matter how cute and cuddly they were, I stayed my distance away from them. The golden retriever kept licking and jumping on Zayn like it had known him for years. “The doggie is a surprise but not for you guys, he’s for the kids.” Ashton
It was Christmas day, the 25th of December. Werewolves were howling in celebration even though it was the sun that was up. Carols were being played and families were together. The air was warm, the sky was crystal blue, and the day was perfect. Where did the Werewolf Territory take the concept of Christmas when we believed in the Moon goddess? We adopted it thousands of years ago when humans once lived amongst us. They celebrated our holidays and so we did the same, as a show of respect. That was when the word Christmas entered the vocabulary of the Werewolf Territory. And since then, we have celebrated the day and passed on the tradition from generation to generation. The Christmas tree in the living room was lit up and gifts were scattered under it. All the kids were up and sat eagerly next to their presents, waiting for us to give them the go-ahead to start opening up them. The air was filled with anticipation and joy. A hot cup of chocolate sat in my hand and Zayn was drinki
My claws immediately sprang forth from underneath my fingernails, and a growl escaped my mouth. “What the hell are you doing here? You should be in prison.” I was on the verge of wolfing out. It was not like I felt threatened by Jacob, but I did not like the fact that he was in our mansion without us even knowing. The kids were literally right across the hall from there. “Please. Please calm down and let me explain,” He begged. He placed the box of chocolate on the kitchen island and took a step toward us.“Not another step, buddy. I won’t hesitate to rip you to pieces.” Zayn threatened him, and he gulped as he nodded. My wolf had not gotten any real action for a while and it was yearning for some. I usually trained in the training room with Zoe and the others almost every Saturday though my wolf wanted more. “Start explaining.” I breathed out a short sigh as I continued to keep my wolf at bay.“Okay. Okay. But first, promise not to kick me out, please?” His eyes were pleading. I
‘You can’t save me, she-wolf.’ The words echoed in my head as I stared into Alex’s sad eyes. He looked convinced that he was beyond saving and that seemed to scare me a bit. He was too sure.“But at least let me try,” I begged him. He scoffed. “What are you even going to do? Bring my wife back?” He rose to his feet. “For now, Lara, just let me try to figure out the journey I’m on emotionally. I will go back to my pack…eventually.” “Okay.” I did not push him. And he did have a point. What was I going to do to save him? I was not a superhero. I did not have special powers. I was just a she-wolf that cared deeply for people.And apparently, that was called a hero mentality; wanting to help everyone to the point where sometimes I didn’t even regard myself. Alex may have said it while he was lashing out but I think he was right: He had been a leader way longer than I had. I may have been queen but that was just a nice coating, deep inside, I was still an omega. “It’s kind of late, I th
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A few seconds of silence filled the home theatre because the cartoon could not play forever, obviously. The projector was now off and the fancy inbuild lights on the ceiling were on. Alex sat next to me and played with his fingers nervously. He looked slightly uncomfortable but a look of determination also could be seen on his face. “For starters, I have two questions.” I began, and he turned his full attention to me. “Shoot.”“First one is what you mean when you said that I have earned the right or privilege to ask you about anything?” I raised one of my eyebrows. He smiled weakly. “Lara, you have become family. You have proven to me that you can be trusted and that you are willing to go through hell to protect my son. Do we have to do the whole ‘I am a blessing’ stuff over again?” He chuckled, and I could not help but laugh lightly. “No, thank you,” I refused as I continued to laugh. “That is why I came back here after I lashed out at you. You did not deserve that; you have be
I sat down next to Alex and the smell of his cologne filled my nose. It was a strong scent but I really liked it though. The black-and-white cartoon playing on the projector was aesthetically pleasing. It reminded me of the past. Not just any past, or mine. But like the 1960s. Weird because I was not even alive at that time but that was the vibe I got from looking at Mickey Mouse doing funny dances while in black-and-white color. “You said you wanted to talk?” Alex smiled weakly as intrigue smeared his facial features. He was wearing a hoodie that looked great on him. If we were not about to talk about serious matters, I would have asked him where he got it. “Yeah, but you go first. What do you want to talk about?” I adjusted myself in my seat and made myself comfortable enough. My attention was trained on him as I awaited him to speak. “You sure?” “Yeah, go ahead.” I encouraged him. I was curious as to what he wanted to talk to me about. But I already knew what I wanted to talk
I crossed my legs and watched Gene and Zayn sip lemonade from the glasses that were brought by the male helper. I was very invested in Gene’s backstory. I wanted to know more. “You have not touched your lemonade, dear,” Gene pointed out and we both glanced at the tall glass that was filled with the yellowy-sugary drink. “Her teeth hurt when she drinks lemonade,” Zayn explained politely, and I smiled involuntarily. He placed his hand over mine on the couch and a warm feeling filled my chest. “Sorry,” I mouthed to Gene but she brushed me off lightly. “Oh, that’s alright. You should have told me.” She crossed her legs too. “Would you like me to send for water?” “No, it’s okay. Don’t trouble yourself.” I played with the tips of my hair. “You said that the Silver Moon pack has unspoken laws?” “Uh, yeah. Laws that have been passed down from generation to generation. It’s not written and posted somewhere but it’s in the hearts of all the inhabitants of Rocky. I learned about those laws
Smiles. Laughter. Joy. A lightness filled the air as Alex got out of the detective’s car. Snow fell from the sky and soon made white patches on his hair. His face was flushed and he had a smile so bright, that it could light up a dark night. The light humming of the car lingered in the air, and detective Stone and her wife got out of the car seconds later with cheerful looks on their faces. Bunny and the others joined us outside and Liam was out of words when his eyes landed on his dad. He glanced at me and his lips parted in disbelief. “Thank you,” He mouthed, and then turned his attention back to Alex. Liam watched his dad approach him and his eyes became glossy as they threatened to spill tears. He kept clenching and unclenching his jaw, and I could tell that he was trying his best to stop himself from crying. When Alex closed the distance between him and his son, they hugged each other tightly, and the scene made me teary. Zayn wrapped his right arm around my torso and pulled