The StrangerWhen the stranger heard her words, he looked down at himself.“Like this?” he asked and she paused. She was not stupid. Just because he was injured did not mean he was not dangerous.“Were you not just rejected? Now you are going to rush over to tell him about an intruder that will be gone by the time you bring people. How will you look?” he asked and she raised a brow.“You were here for a long time?” she asked, sitting on her bed. She could tell this man had a lot of energy and the injury meant nothing. If he wanted, he could snap her neck in seconds if she made the wrong move.She was not sure why, but she felt him emit an energy. It was so strong, she could almost see it. Was this an effect of being a white wolf?The moment she thought that, she panicked and reached for her head and only sighs in relief when she noticed that her hair was still securely wrapped away.He noticed her actions and wondered what she was so afraid of? Was her scarf coming off an issue? It w
Making PreparationsThe room was tense. Helga and Lila looked at those there as the next person spoke.“Important things happened tonight; June just came of age and was publicly rejected by the clan head. It could only be one of the two,” the old man asked with a frown.“It is both,” Lila said, stepping forward.“We have not come by our will, but the will of the Young Lady,” Helga said and the room became tense.They were both June's blood related Aunts and also her guide so calling her “the young lady” meant this was official.“And, what does the young lady want?” Carson asked.“We are leaving the Woodland Pack,” Lila answered and they frowned.“Why?” The old lady asked.“It can’t be that the young lady is embarrassed because of…” a young man said. He was the youngest of those there and looked to be no older than twenty three.“Master Seth!” the old lady scolded.“The young lady is not that muddle headed, Master Seth,” Lila answered.“She had her coming of age today and the progressi
The BetrayalMason looked straight at her at this moment.“Yes,” Mason answered.“I see,” June said and started walking towards the slab. This made Lilac and Mason frown. They wondered what she wanted to do.“June, we can talk about this later,” Lilac stepped forward to grab June before she reached the stone, but Aunt Helga blocked her path.“Do not touch her,” she said and June walked till she was standing by the stone. She found her family name and took out the token given to her by her father. It was the insignia of the right hand and it was made of iron wood. In one swipe, she crossed and scraped her family name off the stone. It was done in such a way that all the letters are gone.“The stonehearts are leaving the clan, Clan Head,” she said and Mason froze. Before he could react, June stepped back.“What sort of tantrum is this? Where would you go? Don’t you know that your aunts are old?” Mason said. He could not believe she was acting childish at such a time.“Who said I am go
Found“June, You are betraying me,” Mason said dangerously.“Mason, do you remember what I have told you since you were a child?” Aunt Helga finally spoke.“June can only stay where her needs will be put first, that is why your father has taught you to always take care of June,” she said.“Are you saying I am not?” Mason asked, “This is a betrayal. A hunt is the only way out.”Mason turned cold. He had made his decision.“You should think clearly Mason. Your ancestors gave us this,” Aunt Helga pulled out a scroll made of animal skin.“It is a blood pact. If you restrict us from leaving, we will use it,” Aunt Helga said and Mason chuckled lightly.“Fine. Leave. From this day forward, you are all no more of our clan,” he said and June turned and walked away.The moment they left, he nodded to a shadow guard. He was not going to let this disrespect go.Her heart was completely dead at this point. She could not even muster a tear.Back in June’s home, the man waited for them to return. Hi
To find Bertha“Jim Jones, right?” James asked, “You have an interesting project here. I never thought someone would use art to gain test numbers this way.” James complimented. He was genuinely impressed.“Thank you,” Jim answered, “We are to begin with a gaming company with very little achievements. This technology we created is a hot cake in our hands and we don’t have the ability to test it to our full capacity. But what we know how to do is draw a crowd.”“The artist, Bertha G, are people going to pay attention if she joined the project?” James asked and Michael glanced at him for a second. He knew that James could not hold himself back from asking about Bertha. He knew it was going to come up one way or another.“The beloved character Evelyn in the book Heavenly Fist is an artist. The way her art is described bears a deep resemblance to Bertha G’s art. It comes up a lot within the fandom and the author of the book admitted to me that the art described in her book was inspired by
Meeting James’ eyes settled on Jim’s hand, lightly rested on Bertha’s back as he led her over.“Mr. Grey, This is Bertha Hart, also known as Bertha G,” Jim introduced. The moment he introduced, some of the tech specialists who were her fans gasped.“Mr. Wright, Mr. Grey,” Bertha greeted with a polite smile. Her greeting was a dagger to James’s heart. She had always called him James in a voice so soft and melodious. But now she did not bother to call him by name. Her address was so distant, a sense of depression descended on him.“Bertha,” he answered. Bertha fought the urge to raise her brow. Why was he behaving this way? She used to think he had died when he disappeared long ago. But she soon found that he was alive. Her son-in-law, Matthew had told her that someone was looking for her, so she guessed it was him. It was already over twenty years, why was he behaving this way?“Oh? Do Bertha and Mr. Grey know each other?” Jim asked with a slight look of wonder, clearly interested.“
AttackedBertha was afraid that she would be deceived and return only to be abandoned again. As much as her love for him had grown cold, it seems she was still somewhat happy to see him. Bertha had congratulated herself for not letting anything show while he was around. Now she was barely holding it in.Bertha wondered what he was doing here? He leaned on the wall, staring at her. Even a person with half a brain will be able to tell that he was waiting for her. She noticed the person beside him, the friend he had arrived with, and decided to pretend he was not here for her and walked away. But just when she was about to walk past him, he stepped forward to block her path.“Bertha,” he said.“Mr. Grey,” she answered, “I thought you had left. Is something the matter? Are you waiting for someone?” she asked.“I am waiting for you,” he answered. Bertha was quite taken aback by his soft voice. She had never heard him talk to her this way before.“Is something the matter?” she recovered an
Fighting For Her LifeWhen the car finally ground to a crumpled halt upside down in the narrow ditch, Emerald found herself hanging suspended by her seatbelt, weightless but pinned in place.Sharp pains lanced through her body and there was a metallic tang of blood in her mouth as she coughed and gasped, struggling to breathe.“Saint! Saint!” She called the driver.“Are you okay, Ma’am?” She heard him answer. At this time, she was glad that her driver was a werewolf. But before he could tear himself out of the car to help her, a large metal tore through the window and impaled him. Emerald let out a scream at this.She was not stupid. It came out of nowhere. Someone must have thrown it. Fear settled in her heart, but adrenaline coursed through her veins.She had to get out.With trembling fingers, she fumbled for the seat belt release, finally tumbling heavily to the ground in a heap. Her head swam dizzily, but her body was moving on autopilot.She crawled out from the window onto