Belinda was still conscious, but her whole world seemed to collapse before her eyes. The organs in her chest felt like they were constricting, as it was getting hard to breathe, causing her breath to come out in short gasps. "No. No. No. No." Belinda found herself chanting. Her mind refused to wrap around the revelation she'd just received, her head shaking vehemently in denial. No, it can't be—the words screamed in her head. She hadn't searched relentlessly for answers, she hadn't followed the clues she'd so painfully uncovered here, to be told she was a bastard of the despicable Sorcerer Clan. Tilly observed the young woman who was obviously unhappy to learn of her true ancestry. She felt pity for the poor girl. Only God knew what she'd had to endure the many years that she'd been away. She(Tilly) could only imagine that the news of her past wasn't particularly easy to swallow. "As time passed," Tilly continued over Belinda's chants, hoping her soothing tone would help to ca
The symbol portraying the boat with the flying sail hadn't been on Google. Derek had spent hours scrolling through the internet, but had come up with nothing. By the end of his search, however, he had been sure of two things... The manufacturers of the silver weapons weren't a legal company. And they really didn't want to be found. His final option had been to employ a hacker to scour more thoroughly through the World Wide Web. For his troubles, he'd been rewarded with one location—Port of Chicago. He'd followed that one blue to a stone shed at the far end of Chicago's official harbor. The area was quite lonely, with barely any presence around, so much so that it felt disconnected from the rest of the port. That suited Derek just fine. He expected that his business here tonight would get a bit messy, so some privacy would do him good. Pulling open the metal door in front of him, he entered the shed. The moldy structure was even smaller inside than it had looked outside. The space la
The closer Derek got to the shack, the more confused he grew. What had Belinda been doing in the middle of the woods in a whole other state, that she'd needed him to pick her up by 5 in the morning? The old building looked like it could fall apart any minute, with its rotting wooden walls and algae-covered roof. The yard in front of the cottage was overgrown with weeds, and many of the steps leading up to the porch were missing. The only indication that the house wasn't abandoned was the clean window panes and functioning fence. Derek pushed the rusting gate, which swung open on its own. Someone must have been expecting him, because before he reached the cottage, the front door swung open. A woman in a threadbare grey sweater stood at the doorway, her arms wrapped around her torso. Her blond hair fell past her shoulders, and her thin lips were pressed together, displaying her uncertainty. Derek's pupils dilated on sniffing her scent—the tangy smell of magic. The woman wasn't just hum
The cold wind blew through the forest, rustling leaves and swinging branches. Maddox loved the outdoors at this time of the morning. There was just something about the teeming nature, the disconnect from the rest of the world, that appealed to his senses. Of course, the woods lost its charm once the day broke fully and the sun was hot, annoying critters yapping away the peace. He wondered how anyone could live here, but then again, he doubted the woman in the rundown cottage was living in the best conditions. Propping a hand in his trousers pocket, Maddox knocked on the cottage's door. He heard a bustle inside, footsteps shuffling before the door swung open. On sighting the pale face, he set his lips into a wide grin. "Hello, Matilda dear."Tilly's eyes widened, as all the color flushed from her cheeks. It felt as though a boulder had slammed into her, knocking all the air out of her lungs. Her mind screamed at her to run away, but her feet stayed rooted to a place. She couldn't
At Belinda's request, Derek dropped her in front of the Lycan's residence on the afternoon of the first day. He'd objected at first, saying she needed more time to herself, but she'd assured him she was alright. It was a lie of course, but she'd left yesterday without telling anyone where she was going. She was certain people were looking for her, and she didn't want to be in more trouble with the Lycan than she already was. Unable to change her mind, Derek had bought her real crutches, and she winced at having to use those to walk into the skyscraper. That would surely raise eyebrows, but then again, what choice did she have? True to her predictions, every head on the ground floor of the Lycan's building turned to her as she limped through the front door. They were surprised to see her coming to them, especially as most of them had busted their backs looking for her. Even more surprising, was that she was in one piece, granted her leg didn't look so good. Some had assumed she'd run
As the Lycan walked into the building, the people he crossed bowed respectfully to him. He didn't acknowledge their greeting, but they didn't mind because he didn't have to acknowledge them. And he never did, anyway. His features expressionless, Draven entered the private elevator with his beta at his side. The two rode up in silence, and at the floor of his luxury apartment, Cantor got off. Draven continued up to the penthouse. Although he knew his mistress was present, he didn't go to see her immediately, but rather headed to his own room. He had had a stressful trip, and was glad to be back in the comfort of his home. Gathering the cutthroats and criminals of the American continents who fancied themselves mafia bosses had never been a thing he enjoyed, but it was his duty to control them. None, aside from the werewolves among the bunch, knew he was a Lycan. However, they did know that he was far more dangerous than they were, and that was enough to keep them from making too much t
Paul peered out of his car's window at the people in front of his company, walking in circles with placards raised over their hands heads. He listened as they yelled at the top of their voices, "Justice for the common people. Accountability for the rich", gnashing his teeth at their insolence. Really, who did they think they were to criticize him? They were a race beneath him, a demographic that could never measure up to his kind. If not for the Lycan's rule that had marked humans as untouchable, he would have slaughtered them all. "I think it's best we use the back entrance today, sir." Paul's driver cautiously glanced back at his boss. His suggestion got him a vicious glare from Paul. "This is my company." He snarled. "And I will use the entrance I want to use." Turning back to the road, the driver exhaled a frustrated breath through his lips. This was obviously a bad idea, but he couldn't as well disobey his boss. Pushing the horn to announce the car's presence, he slowly ed
Lila pulled up in front of the high-rise building where Derek's apartment was located in her sports car, which she'd insisted Paul buy for her. It would never hurt his pockets, anyway—at least that had been the case back then. She was dressed sexily, in a skin-tight print dress and knee-length heeled boots. Rather than the elevator, she took the stairs on entering the building, because she still had some pent-up energy to burn off. She used the time spent climbing to remind herself to quit being affected by her fiancé's harsh nature. Hers would never be a happy marriage, she might as well get used to it. On reaching the door to Derek's apartment, Lila rang the bell and waited. No one answered the door, causing her to ring it again. This time, she pressed her ear to the door and listened. She heard no movement inside, which told her no one was home. Her lips spreading into a satisfied smile, Lila reached into her purse, and fished out a key. If the dear beta of the Chicago Pack knew
Just as the phone call from one of Draven's men had specified, a woman who wished to see the Lycan's Luna, waited at the base floor. Usually, this kind of visitors were turned away—random people who thought they could reach the higher-ups just by asking. However, this particular woman had been damn persuasive, even going as far as to say that she possessed exclusive info that could determine the fate of the world. So, they'd let the Luna decide whether she wanted to see this wacko herself or not. Belinda spotted Lila the instant she stepped into the restaurant, and so did the latter, who couldn't stop waving. Her features icing over, Belinda walked over to the table, making sure to keep her pace slow. Lila waited patiently, the widest smile on her face as she watched the other woman approach. "Phew!" She blew out a dramatic breath as Belinda took the seat opposite her, wiping off imaginary sweat from her forehead. "I was almost afraid I wouldn't get to see you. Do you know how
Two days later, Belinda stood at the door of Lexie's apartment. As the latter had told her to just enter on arriving, she bunched the entry code on the keypad and went in. She caught Lexie bent over a table in the kitchen, sticking two candles in the shape of “2” and “5” into a cake covered by pink icing and colorful sprinkles. On noticing the presence behind her, Lexie turned. Her lips spreading into a broad smile, she carried the cake and presented it to her friend. "I know you aren't a huge fan of cakes, but I thought you should have one this year. Happy 25th birthday, bestie." Despite its small scale, the gesture warmed Belinda's heart. It was true that she wasn't particularly fond of birthday cakes, or cakes in general. As children, no one had ever bothered to mark her and Baron's birth. After he'd died, it had simply felt wrong to celebrate a day they had once shared. She no longer felt that way. Now, she understood that loss did not mean she couldn't accept happiness. "T
The next morning, Belinda waited till the twins were done eating before approaching them. Nearly a day later, they were still the center of attraction at Mrs. Sutar's Home. The other children marveled at the fairy-like pair with the pale eyes, and the dark hair that contrasted drastically with their light skin. Lin Lin basked in the glory, completely comfortable with being in the spotlight. Baron on the other hand—the poor boy—looked like he didn't know what to do with all that attention. Lin Lin was the first to notice Belinda standing at a corner of the dining room, and she skipped over, a bright smile on her face. "Good morning, Miss Belinda!" She greeted as her brother joined at her side. Their joy was contagious, and Belinda couldn't help smiling back. "Good morning to you too. How was breakfast?" "It was delicious." Baron nodded his approval. Lin Lin had more enthusiastic opinions about their meal that morning. "Peanut butter sandwich has never tasted better!" She s
"Miss Belinda!" Belinda wondered what the kid was doing here at this time of the night, while his mates were indoors sound asleep. Dressed in plain pajamas, he looked like a raccoon who'd been caught going through the dumpster by a hound dog... Scared and utterly guilty. Once she'd gotten over her surprise at seeing him, her features squeezed into a stern scowl. "Why aren't you indoors?" Baron winced at her harsh tone. "Uh... Um..." He hesitated to reply, searching for words to put together an excuse. All the while, his eyes sneakily darted from place to place, as though he was looking for something but didn't want anyone to know. However, Belinda understood immediately. A groan escaping her, she twirled around and yelled to no one and nowhere in particular. "Come out, Belinda. I know you're there." The juvenile delinquent heard the call, and shyly slipped out from behind a bush, looking even more guilty than her brother. She appeared to be lacking her usual confidence to
That night, Belinda tossed and turned in her bed. Despite the open window and cool breeze blowing in, she was sweating, the nightdress she'd borrowed from Shoba clinging to her form. An unconscious frown twisted her features, her lips trembling as her teeth chattered. In her sleep, her mind was even more turbulent. The vision from that afternoon replayed in her dream, even more vivid now. She finally understood that the death she'd seen had been a devastating war, and that the blood was that of the various lives that it had taken. Chaos signified the destruction that was left behind. The dirty streets were littered with corpses left to rut. Those still alive fled on foot, leaving behind their lives and loved ones. The crumbling buildings were abandoned, humans betraying each other for any bit of advantage they could gain. There was no law, no order, no damage control unit working to contain the crisis. Just chaos. In the midst of the disaster, two siblings fought to stay together.
With each child at her side, Belinda stared up at what was supposed to be the Peach Valley Orphanage but wasn't. In place of the warm pink building she was familiar with was a gloomy brick house. Rather than a lush lawn and pretty flowers leading up to the house, the front yard was a boring graveled floor. The sign at the gate had it changed too. Mrs. Sutar's Home For Orphans, a name that definitely couldn't be mistaken for Ellie Compton. Masking her unease, Belinda smiled down at her left, then her right. The children in turn gazed up wide-eyed at her. "Let's head in, shall we?" She said cheerily. Despite having nothing in common with the orphanage she remembered, this Mrs. Sutar's home was still an orphanage. She would check it out, at least. If she wasn't satisfied with what she saw, or found it the least bit suspicious, she would take the twins away. Belinda offered both of the children, and they each took one. Together, they walked through the front gates of the building, down
Belinda watched as the children gobbled down their meal, like lions on a carcass. She'd intended to take them to a standard restaurant, because Lord knew they deserved that much. However, she'd discovered that her credit card didn't work here. In this time, Belinda Knight was only a child and didn't own a bank account. Therefore, she'd been forced to use the cash she had on her to get them something at the nearest McDonalds. Despite the downgrade, the children seemed delighted nonetheless. Everything else seemed to fade for them, their entire beings invested in the cheeseburgers, chicken wings, and french fries in front of them. They really did look starving. Belinda remember how rarely she'd eaten out as a child. The food at home hadn't been spectacular either—at least for her and her twin. Again, anger simmered within Belinda. How much they'd endured then. But what age was her age now? At what point of her suffering had this been? "How old are the both of you?" She dropped the
At her twin brother's scolding, Lin Lin scrambled to stand on the leaf pile she'd been lying in. Several orange leaves stuck out adorably from her bird nest of a hair, making her appear like a piece of nature. For a second, it seemed like she would heed her brother's advice. Then she plopped right back down, creating her biggest splash yet. "We swept it up. We can sweep it up again." She giggled girlishly. She must have mistaken autumn for winter, because she was making snow angels. Her jolly mood didn't quite rub off on Baron, who scowled even deeper. "We have other chores!" He threw his hands up in frustration. "We can't keep doing one thing over and over again." Lifting to her hands and knees, Lin Lin wrinkled her nose, the action clearly displaying her disgust. "Pish posh. Mrs Brown can do her own chores herself." And as though she'd summoned the devil. The overweight redhead marched into the garden like an army commander ready to shoot enemy soldiers. Strands of her curly
Ellie was in the reception of the orphanage when Belinda arrived, switching the wilted flowers on the windowsill with fresh ones. She smiled at the younger woman, pushing the dead plants into a waste bin and dusting her hand on her white apron. "Hello, dearie." The widow greeted cheerfully, shuffling to arrange the storybooks scattered on the tables into the shelves. "The children are at the back. Now I would take you to them, but they were quite naughty this money and are doing chores." Belinda smiled at the children's antics. It must be so wonderful being that young—having no worries and only concerning yourself with mischief. Everything was simple back then. Even the abuse of a cruel stepfather and the negligence of a distant mother had been bearable. "That's okay. I won't be staying long." Nodding, Belinda slid into the seat Ellie had gestured that she should take. She had prevented Sasha from following her into the building, permitting the female guard to spend the aft