Even if I wanted to talk, I couldn't. Fright has seized my voice. The man standing in front of me is terrifying. He seems power and intimidation, eyes as blue as the foaming ocean, but as cold as chips of ice. The the fabric that covers his nose and mouth matches the hood pulled over his head, and the clothes close to his body. His jacket seems to be made out of a hardened mesh fabric - as if to drain away the blood of an unfortunate victim - with hardened panels on the breast area and shoulder. Whoever he is, I'm about to obey his every word. I wouldn't stand a chance against him. I can see the thickness of his muscle stature under his clothes. One wrong move on my part could mean the end of my life. He flicks a finger toward the door. It's covered in a leather glove, to leave no trace of himself. It's frightening. I noticed the camera's mounted in the corners of the room yesterday. Are they not seeing this? Following the silent instruction, I quickly hustle into the corridor, the
The next day, no one spoke. It seemed as though there was a shared understanding that we wouldn't mentioned what happened last night. Whatever the interrogation was in relation to, it included our greatest insecurities. They targeted my family. The one thing I have. Or had. Everyone else seemed just as troubled, stares glazed over, lips tight shut. By the swollen black bruises on Raynard's face the next morning, accompanied by the seeping cuts plastered over by thin strips of gauze, he has something to hide. Something that required him to be so stubborn. "Anyone know what this training is going to entail?" Dax asks. I like Dax. He seems kind, thus far. His eyes are so gentle and warm. I hope I can trust him throughout this. It's Drayton who shrugs. "Something demeaning I'm sure." To be honest, I have no idea what today has in store. Thorran is such an enigmatic figure, whatever is going on within his mind is unknown to all of us. If it's anything like last night, I'm not sure how
"There has to be a mistake." Juan had his back turned to me, dismissing me. I had tracked him all the way to his office, which was in a building I was technically not prohibited to enter. Which is why I had caught him right before he had entered. And at my presence, he did not look all that fazed. However, he should have seen this coming. With one hand on the glass door to his office building, Juan looks back at me. He's all the more intimidating when he's irritated. All I want to know is why my Alpha's name is upon my piece of paper. His eyes drift down to the letter grasped within my fingertips. "I don't make mistakes." "Clearly you have," I say, wishing I had the piece of mind to speak less aggressively to the person who has a say in whether I stay in this competition or not. "I don't remember there being a competitor named Thor in my group. Especially with the title Alpha!" Juan sighs deeply, raising an eyebrow at me pointedly. "Is that sarcasm?" I bite back some kind of reto
I startle so hard, whoever is in the other end of that voice loses their grip on me.My senses are jumbled, knocked all over the place from the darkness. Seeing no other option, I run in whatever direction I can. I don't care about the bramble that catches around the hem of my pants. Nor do I care about the low hanging branches and twigs that snap in my face as I frantically run blindly in one direction.Head first into a tree.A flash of bright light in my vision blinds me for a moment. I stand still, gripping my hands to my head, waiting for the spike of pain to diminish.A rumble of a laugh from behind me. "There are things we learn the hard way, don't we?"Twisting around, I stare blindly into the darkness. My breathing is so rapid, I can hardly hear if the man in front of me is talking. Whoever they may be, there is a potential they are out here to kill me. Or...Or..."I think you need to calm down."Embarrassment is the first feeling. Followed by relief, which is soon consumed b
Finding an excuse for why my face is cut and bruised isn't coming to my mind as easily as I had hoped.A first aid kit I had found underneath the bed is a blessing. A smear of antiseptic cream and a plaster strapped over wound is all I can do. The bruises, which surround both my eyes, and part of my forehead, a dark mess of blue and purple, have no hope of being hidden. And at this point, no hope of being explained.Naturally, at breakfast, it was Aiden who pointed it out."Someone is desperate to win this competition," he says, sliding into a seat next to me. I have no patience for Parker. He seems pretentious and almost everything he says can be seen right through. I don't think I'm the desperate one.Sighing deeply, I place my toast back on the plate, reluctantly giving him my attention. "Aren't we all, Parker?""Nasty battle wound," he says, that grin manifested from constant compliments about his straight, white teeth. Reaching up with prying fingers, he gets so close, he almost
I had zero clue how to respond to that. There was no flinch in his gaze. No sudden smile to express his joke. No reprieve for the increasing silence, heavy with expectation. He simply stared, those dark eyes slightly narrowed. This must be how he interrogated information out of people. I felt as though I was about to spill every secret I had ever kept, even the most mundane kind. I treaded carefully. “I have no doubt you’re already aware of any secret that I might have.” If he was offended by my tone, he made no mention of it. The impassive expression reaching the tightness of his jaw to the defined angle of his cheekbones. Were I not so shaken, perhaps I would have admired his hardened handsomeness. Instead, I was insinuating that he knew what he needed to about me. That intimidating the evidence out of me was enough to inform him of what he knew. “I want you to elaborate on it.” Part of me wanted to pretend I didn’t know what that meant. But I did. Maybe it was because I was af
I couldn't sleep that night. My mind was whirling, pouring over every word Kael had said to me. I'm not sure if it was his intentions to make me confused, but if it was, he succeeded. I never knew his family had died...or gone missing. I'm not sure what he had meant. All I know is he has on family left, and is left alone to be an Alpha. Is that why he has Silent's? Tomorrow we are revealing our secrets to Juan. Part of me wonders what I should say, considering no one else surely knows about this. Juan will be surprised. I would surely make it to the next round... But can I really say it? A foolish part of me feels as though it's a special secret I share only with Kael. Like no one else can know. This is my downfall. Sighing through my nose, I turn over on my side, looking at the moon that glares straight into my room, alighting my bed covers in a silvery glow. Right as I thought my luck was changing, I'm back where I started. I should enjoy the freedom before I'm whisked off into
In all honesty, I was not looking forward to today. Last night, I hadn’t slept at all. I’d stared at the ceiling until the dawn broke. I couldn’t get Thorran out of my head. This morning I had woken up cursing to myself. I knew I was not allowed to be thinking about him like I was. I was here to become an Assasin, where my job would be to protect and serve him. Nothing more. But was that why I had dreamt about him last night? It may have only been fleeting, but it was all him. Those dark, sultry eyes...tall stature... soft, rousing voice. It was obvious. I needed help. Everyone seemed as anxious as I was. Aside from Aiden, who was finding amusement in harassing Mira. I ignored them both, joining everyone else in worrying about what today would entail. We’d be finding out what our next challenge would be. After last time, none of us could predict what Thorran and Juan had decided would happen today. I was just hoping I didn’t see Thorran today. As usual, Juan had us line up in fr