All brands, names, places and events used in this book are fictional. Any relation to a real object or event is nothing but a coincidence.
EMILY POV I had to meet Mathilda. I really had to. Despite the freezing wind of the night, I was determined to see her. I managed to escape my house through the window of my room. Although, I had collapsed during my attempt to jump, attaining a some bruises on my elbow and ankle, I was still marching onwards to the south of town. After wandering the town for about an hour and half, I met Mathilda frolicking at a bar with men thrice her age. In spite of the wide grin on her face and the loudness of her ringing laughter, I could still sight the sadness engraved deeper in her hooded grey eyes. The moment her eyes caught mine, the forged happiness vanished and a grim expression surfaced. "Emily?" She said, walking away from her drunken acquaintances. "Hi!" I said, waving at her. She took me by the arm and led me out of the bar. When we were finally out and in the open, I decided to clear the air. "I just needed to see..." "What the hell are yo
BLADE She led me into the house which was considerably empty with little or no furniture and a two-seater couch in the large sitting room. "This place has changed." I said, shocked by the emptiness of the house. "Do you live here?" She didn't say a word but progressed further up the creaking stairs. "Why aren't you saying anything?" I asked, curiously as she led me into a dark room with red candles lit around. She shut the door and sat down on a mat. "Sit down." She said, pointing to a mat opposite her. Cautiously, I sat down with my eyes fixed on her the whole time. In between us was a bowl of water and a blunt knife wrapped in red clothing placed beside the bowl. "What is going on?" I asked as I hated being left in the dark most especially as my last time in the same house had been more than horrifying. "You want my help, don't you?" She asked causally. "Yes... but I don't see how any of this is going to help me." I said, a lit
Emily's POVI dropped the novel in my hand and squealed in excitement. I didn't know why but I always loved happy endings. Cuddling myself on my bed and replaying some of the major events in the book, I slowly began to see some similarities between myself and the female lead character. Although she was from a poor background and was a hundred times more hardworking than I, we had some things in common— firstly, she had a friend who was from a rich background and got all the attention —just like Janet—Secondly, her parents were controlling and overprotective, deciding what she'd become, who she'd end up marrying, what kind of clothes she'd wear—just like my parents. But could I actually follow her steps and get out of my depression? Could I possibly fall in love with a bad boy like she did, ignoring her parents warning and all that? I took a deep breath. It's been five days since my confrontation with Mathilda and ever since that night, she had refused to pick up my
BLADE FERGUSON The flames danced around, producing dazzling spectrums of light from the archaic fireplace in Camille's home. I was wrapped in a fluffy wool blanket, cuddling myself as I watched the fire with keen interest. The night was cold and the sounds of the forest night creatures created an eerie feeling. The couch beside me was occupied by the stubborn teenage girl that lived with Camille, called Maia. We had both played card games until she had fallen asleep. I tried to sleep but I couldn't as I was too scared to shut my eyes. I was scared to lose awareness of myself to Jordan. I didn't want to hurt anyone, I had killed and ruined a lot of lives already and the guilt was beginning to seep into me. I jerked in shock as I felt a hand on my shoulder. "It's just me," Camille said. Her hands were soft and gentle but for some unknown reason, I didn't want them on me. I shook her hands off my shoulder calmly. "You scared me."
EMILY'S POV "Where to?" I asked myself as I stood by the roadside, gripping the hands of my backpack anxiously. To my left was the goodbye signboard and to my right was... nothing but endless trees and an empty long road. I took in a deep breath and moved forward out of town. Normally, I wouldn't be so reckless but I was fed up with being locked up like a prisoner. I wanted to see things; to explore. After walking for about ten minutes, I began to see a few houses, most were farm buildings with noisy animals and cattle's grazing freely. The only day I had been at a farm was the day I was chosen by the Alpha, so my memories of farms weren't the best. Then, I heard a whistle from behind me and I turned around to see who it was. There were six of them under a shed; two boys and four girls. On the floor around them were empty bottles of alcohol and beer with a stale odour of cigars. The two guys looked between the age twenty
Shivering! My whole body was trembling as cold gust of wind blew tirelessly. The night was dark and cloudless—no moon was in sight. But I wasn't scared. Why would I be scared? Besides the fact that I was a super-strong werewolf, I was really good at martial arts. From what I had sensed, I doubted that any werewolves were in this town. So, I could defend myself no matter the trouble that came. But the only thing I couldn't do was get a cab. I had been standing by the roadside for over forty minutes and still no luck—no vehicle, not even a bicycle. No body was in sight. Could I possibly sleep at the coffee shop? Or would the old lady even let me? Just when I was about giving up, I saw the bright headlights of a roaring motorbike from afar. "Hey!!" I said, moving to the centre of the road and waving my hands. "Hey!!" The bike rode past me and I was about cursing whosoever the rider was, when I heard the engine come to a stop. "Whe
EMILY'S POV With a broad smile on my face, I snuck back into the compound, bribing Mrs. Fabian—the only security personnel who caught me sneaking in —with my cold donuts. Then, with her assitance, I climbed up the terrace and worked my way to my room's window. My bedroom lights were out which was quite relieving, so I got in quietly and was about saying a 'thank God' when the lights suddenly switched on and I turned around to see my elder sister, Jennifer. She was seated on my wisker chair with my phone on her lap. Her face was reddened with fury and her eyes glared in anger. "I can explain," I said sheepishly. Her angry eyes shifted from me and to the doorway. "I'm pretty sure Mum and Dad would be more than pleased to hear everything you have to say." "Just..." I began but was cut short as Jennifer rose from the chair, gave me one last dirty look before walking out. In annoyance, I threw my backpack on the chair an
BLADE'S POV The ride back home was nice, cooler and more relaxing than anything ever. Was it because of the approaching storm? Or was it because of the girl I had just been with? Although she didn't recognize me as the Ripper, my powerful scent of Alpha had almost sold me out. I remembered her even before she waved me down. Seeing her from afar standing by the roadside triggered memories of the night I had sighted her at the horsemen fountain, looking so much like my Brianne. The only issue was that, just like how Jordan had fancied Brianna's wolf, he was beginning to have a strong liking towards... What did she call herself? I think Emily. And he had attacked me from within when I had lied to Emily about my name being Adam. I had a strong reason to lie, if I told the truth, she'd probably run away from me and report to her pack that the Ripper almost killed her. But now, being Adam makes things different. I knew she had seen me before so al