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
Emily's PovTwo Weeks Later "No!" I said firmly as I rose from the chair in annoyance. "What are you talking about?" My mum asked. I was about saying something but I took my words back in as I realised the consequences of my actions. My troubled eyes wandered to Aunt Stephanie who looked almost as worried as I was. "Darling, why?" She asked, gently. I shook my head slowly. "I don't want to." "What!!" Mum exclaimed, rising from the chair furiously. Jennifer chuckled. "Here she goes again, tossing everything away even when she worked for nothing." I glared at Jennifer for a while, resisting the urge to tell her how I really felt about her. How much I wanted to sink my fist into her perfectly powdered face. A lot had happened in the past two weeks. Jennifer had really shown her true colors and had picked on me severally. To be honest, I was beginning to detest her. "Mum," I said, turning around to face her. "I don't want to be with Dexter." "What!!" Everyone exclaime
BLADE'S POV I turned off my motor bike at the front of Camilla's house in the woods. The familiar sounds of cicadas and crickets filled the air and I could barely hear any other thing. It was late now. My watch said 9:45pm and I wondered why Camilla had called for me by this time. The front door opened and I could see the figure of Camila standing in the dark with something clutched to her hands. I was really annoyed and irritated by her request to see me; mostly because it had ruined a beautiful moment with Emily. "What is it?" I asked as I turned off the headlights and stuffed the keys in my jean pocket. I heard her whimper gently and as I came closer to her, my eyes caught the white piece of fabric she held to her left hand. The whole fabric was soaked with blood which shamefully enticed me. I swallowed in my shame and kicked away the undesirable thoughts of pleasing Jordan. "What happened to you?" I asked, r
Emily's POV "Why are you grinning?" I looked up to see Sandra leaning on the other side of the kitchen counter with a questioning look on her face. I chuckled. "Am I?" "Yes you are and you have been carrying a merry face since you got back," She said. "Don't tell me that you are happy that the old lady's ill?" "No I'm not!" I crowed. "Then why are you all smiley?" She asked. I wanted to scream out in delight as the excitement brewing in me was too much for me to contain. I felt like yelling out the truth, the reason why I couldn't stop smiling like a moron. But I couldn't. If any other person heard about it, they'd literally kill me. Who'd believe that I'd get my first kiss from a stranger and not Dexter? A naughty smile came across her face as she asked. "Does it have to do with Adam?" "Shh, shh," I said, immediately covering her mouth with my palm. "Fine," She pushed my hand away
Blade’s POVI woke up groaning in pain as the first thing I felt was a twinge in the lower part of my back. Then the next bundle of pain came right after from my forehead and when I reached out to it, I felt a bandage around my head. The door opened and although my sight was quite blurry, I could still make out the image of Camila. She had a good scent and was in a different outfit which was a good sign that things were getting better. “See who’s awake,” She said, cheerfully as she walked over to the shutters and opened them. I winced as the morning light caught me unaware and sent bells ringing in my head. “Are you okay?” She worried. “Should I shut it?” “No, it’s okay,” I said as my eyes began to adjust to the light. “I’m alright.”“That’s good,” She said, dropping the tray she had in her hand by the side of the bed. “I got you your favorite breakfast.” “Thanks, Cam but… I don’t really feel like eating anything right now.” She agreed with me. “That’s
Emily’s POVWith the assistance of Camila, I had gotten into a cab and was headed back home. After being threatened by Camila, the cab driver kept his lips shut and all his concern to himself but that didn’t stop him from looking at me from time to time through the rear mirror. Camila had managed to clean the deep cut in my stomach where Blade—or should I say Jordan, his wolf—had attacked me. She had even helped me put a bandage over it but it had done little in alleviating my pain. Although the cab driver couldn’t see my stomach cut, the scary bruises on my hands and neck were enough for anyone to be worried. It was already late and I was sure that my family would be eating dinner by now, wondering how unfortunate they were to have someone like me as a part of them. All that didn’t matter right now. What I wanted was the comfort of my bedroom, the solitude of my personal space and definitely some painkillers in my bathroom and a calm and peaceful sleep to forget about everyt
Blade’s Pov I was still a bit shocked by Emily’s entire countenance, I hadn’t expected her to be scared of leaving Haven. Apparently, I had been wrong for thinking that she didn’t have a strong tie to Haven. I was currently driving back to Camila’s cottage in Camila’s car. Emily had insisted to stay at the backseat which only proved that she was really annoyed with me for reasons I didn’t know of. From the rear mirror, I could see her looking outside through the rolled down window. Despite how gloomy and worried she appeared, she was still as charming and bewitching as always. Her sky blue eyes were dreamy and I wondered what she had on her mind, I wondered what could make the jovial and cheerful Emily have frown lines on her forehead. Maia was beside me, looking into her phone and scrolling uninterestedly through social media platforms. Although Maia wasn’t interested in things like that, I had insisted that she opened accounts on social media platforms to at lea
Emily’s POV “Pick up, pick up please,” I said, worriedly as I dialed Blade’s line repeatedly. “Come on… Please.” I was about five hundred meters away from the packhouse terrain, hiding under the canopy of a large shrub but I was still frightened. “Fuck!” I cursed, throwing the phone to the rough ground and watching it tumble before coming to rest on the wet root of an oak tree. Regretfully, I went over to the tree and picked my phone back up, wiping off the dirt and stain marks on it. Fortunately, it had only sustained a few cracks. Trembling from head to toe, I sat down with my back against the tough jagged bark of the tree, holding onto my phone like it was my only source of hope. I couldn’t remain here. I was certain that any minute from now, they’d find out that I was missing —that’s if they hadn’t found out already. I turned on my phone and then texted a message to Blade, telling him to meet me immediately at the coffee shop and that I had his necklac
Emily’s POVMy heart was pacing so fast that I could hear it over Mum and Dad’s discussion. I took in deep breaths, drank two full bottles of water, attempted to meditate but yet nothing seemed to calm me down. My hands still trembled and I couldn’t help the heaviness of my breath. We were at the packhouse already and my parents were talking to other senior werewolves. I jerked back, yelping in fright when my mother touched my arm, drawing me back to reality. “Are you okay?” Mum and Dad asked chorally with genuine concern. Other senior wolves didn’t look bothered at all as they all wore mean smirks and scowls on their faces, expressing their undisguised disdain towards me. They all knew me as a malicious and mischievous kid who never went by the rules and who was prone to crimes and other silly shenanigans. Although they never spoke their mind to my own hearing—probably because they were scared of offending Alpha Dexter—I knew about their ill opinions
Emily’s Pov My hands were shaking, my whole body was shivering and my breath was heavy and irregular. Unknown to me, I was gasping softly for air and the cab driver noticed it. “Are you alright, miss?” He asked, his eyes pinned on me through the rear mirror. “Yeah,” I nodded. “Can you breathe well or should I lower all the windows?” He asked, trying to help. “No, I’m alright.” I said with a cracked hazy voice, burying a sob underneath it. The cab driver was quiet for a while but I knew he still had something to say as his eyes met mine over and over again through the rear mirror. “That man that you were with,” He began. “What about him?” I asked. “Don’t mean to pry but… did he hurt you?” I was shocked by his question and he mistook my silence for a sign that I had been hurt. His hands went to his cellphone. “If he did, I can call the police. They might still be able to get him before…” “What makes you think that he hurt me?” I asked,
Blade’s POVI knew that I should probably trust her but I couldn’t. Something about the whole story seemed off but I just couldn’t point out to what it was. So, I kissed her cold cheeks, her forehead and then her trembling lips before telling her goodnight. I felt very uneasy with everything she did. From the way her eyes lowered to how frequently she forced a smile and nodded her head in anxiety, I couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong. What was she lying to me about? What was she trying to hide from me? In spite of my worries, I kept my thoughts to myself and watched her carefully as she got into a cab and disappeared from my sight. I don’t know how long I stood there, motionless, looking at the spot she had been standing and replaying all her awkward actions and strange behaviors she had displayed this evening. I remained there until the old hands of the coffee granny gripped my shoulders, knocking me out of my thoughts. “Why are you standing here like a
Emily’s POV I walked out of the coffee shop after saying goodnight to the old lady. The time on my phone said ten minutes to eight and I knew that I was in real trouble as dinner time was by eight and there was no way that I could make it back on time. Blade was still talking to the old lady who appeared to be annoyed for reasons I had no idea of but that wasn’t even bothering me as I couldn’t get the thought of losing Blade out of my mind. The fear of it made me quite unsettled but it also gave me more determination to steal the necklace from Dexter. I looked up at the night sky and i made a silent prayer to the moon goddess. For the first time in my life, I had found someone that I could trust and confide in, someone whom I couldn’t let go of and I didn’t want to lose him. From behind, Blade wrapped his arms around me and looked up at the sky. “What are you doing?” “Staring at the stars,” I replied, unwilling to tell him that I was actually praying for
Emily’s PovI was so happy, relieved and excited and I couldn’t believe how today had taken a shocking turn from a livingnightmare to the best daydream ever. According to Blade, Mathilda was fine and was receiving treatments at the hospital which was a huge relief to my burdened mind but what actually pleased me the most was the fact that Blade was innocent of all the charges that had been placed on him. At least he had said that he hadn’t done them and I couldn’t doubt him because of how much I loved him. “Today is literally the best day of my life, everything has turned out perfectly. It seems too good to be true.” I said with extreme delight. “Mathilda’s fine and we’re also fine.” I saw something in his facial expression which drew my attention. The moment I had mentioned about us being fine, a sad look wafted through his entire face. “Why are you with that long face?” I asked. He smiled faintly. “Well, you’re right. We are fine, at least for now.”“What do you