I can practically tell the moment he snaps. He throws his head back in a roar of laughter. And a wave of snickering runs through the crowd. I catch snippets of amused agreement, mixed in with suppressed chuckles, before stars explode in the corners of my eyes. It paints my thoughts black. I crumple to the side, my eyes still wide as I stare blankly at the soles of a pair of dark brown boots. At first, I don’t even register the pain. One second I had been spitting curses at him. The next, I’m on the ground before I can even tell what had even put me there. I can’t even breathe, with this damn gag around my mouth. The looming shadow crouches downwards. And I hear a dark murmur, any traces of the laughter wiped entirely away. “Say that again, Omega bitch.” I don’t move. I can’t. My tongue tastes like the roughest sandpaper in my lips. And I see the shadow slightly rise. I see the silhouette of a hand flicker as it raises itself higher above my head. He’s about to bring dow
“What were you thinking?” “What were you thinking?” I reply back, my eyes fixed on the bandage in my hands. I press my lips together as I unwrap the edge. “Give me your arm.” In the corner of my eye, I see a smile tinge his lips. His gaze stays on me the entire time as he rests his arm on my open palm, purposely keeping a bit of tension knowing that I wouldn’t be able to handle the weight of it by myself. The mark of fangs is so clear against the flesh that it makes me wince. It’s not deep, but it’s certainly not on the shallow side either. I hear the Alpha laugh. “A bit too much for you?” “Don’t be ridiculous,” I snap as I start circling the roll of gauze over the ravaged skin. The corners of my lips fall downwards. It looks like it hurts. A lot. A hand grazes the top of my head, fingertips skimming through my dark locks. I notice, but I can’t do anything about it with both my hands busy. I can only keep my mouth running, to try and distract myself from it. “That wolf,”
BLAISE “...what?” “I’ve ordered a room for you across the Packhouse,” He starts, repeating his words again when I shake my head roughly. I stare up at him, both brows creased. “I heard you the first time. I’m asking why you’re telling me to stay away. You need me, Alpha. You need me to sing for you so that you—” The smile that tinges his lips is both mysterious and bittersweet. And as usual, he’s more vague than the clouds of fog that had descended over Shadow outside the windows. Even the day is as dark as the falling night, these last couple days. “I don’t want you near me when she arises.” He says, and I crumple my expression, my brain rolling along at full power to try and decipher what he’s saying. “The Moon?” He nods, his golden eyes fixed on me. By his side, his fist flexes open and close. I faintly remember what he had said last night. It lays some of us bare, to our true selves. Was his true self so terrible that he didn’t even want me near him? Was that it? “
EZRA He cannot see. The Plague has taken his sight. And I see the panic come over him like a storm, the moment I go completely still. My own eyes are fixed on his, wide open. The shade of warm amber has been slashed into the dullest gray. His irises have turned to the same shade as his pupils. Two pools of ash. Noel’s hands instantly fly to his eyes, fingers pressing urgently into the grooves of bone. His breaths are stuck in his throat. I can hear the choked way that they rattle through his chest, as he presses and squeezes. His voice comes out tortured. “I-I can’t see.” His hands flail, catching against the heavy folds of the blankets wrapping his body. I finally snap out from my own daze when he nearly falls off the edge of the bed, both blankets and sheets already in a torn, ruined pile on the floor. My hand latches on his upper arm. He gasps. And I hear him whimper out a weak hello. His colorless eyes meet mine for a brief second, before unfocusing and flickering els
BLAISE Oh. My. Gosh. I leap out of the couch, which now has a permanent imprint of my bottom from how long I’d been sitting in for these past couple days. I get up so fast that I nearly knock over the mug on top of the small coffee table. But I couldn’t care less about that. I barrel out of the library, my legs a flurry under me as I break into the fastest run towards the opposite end of the Packhouse. The windows reflect the depth of night. Only the Blue Moon glows a pale sapphire in the dark skies. There had been a Plague like this, exactly three centuries ago. It had happened to the second generation of the Shadow Pack. Had nearly wiped out every single member, and would have if the Pack Healer hadn’t discovered the cure for it. Athelas. It was a snow-colored flower, which only grew near the pools of the Edge. Its crushed petals, mixed with the snow that it grew around it. That was the cure. It had been in the book all along. I had to tell Christian. It nearly
I jerk awake to the sound of a door crashing open so hard on its hinges that it nearly snaps into three pieces. “Blaise!” My drowsy eyes instantly stutter awake, my right still glued half-shut and the other slightly swollen from all the mugs of tea that I had drunk last night. The sheets are tightly wrapped around my legs, and my hair is a bird’s nest on top of my head. It’s the Alpha. It’s seven in the damn morning. And I am half-naked, in only my underwear. It had gotten so hot last night that I had thrown off my nightdress without a thought. Now it’s lying in an abandoned pile, much too far away for me to reach it. “Get out!” I screech, my cheeks instantly heating in a fiery blush as I rush to untangle the sheets and pull it over myself. His eyes widen, and I realize that they are now the ambient, striking gold compared to the ice-cold blue that I had seen yesterday night. He quickly stumbles back, his massive figure too large to handle the narrow door frame. I hear the
CHRISTIAN My Beta has become dust. “Ezra.” The room is dark. It reeks with the sickening smell of medicine and wilting herbs. A candle burns lowly in the corner of the nightstand, teetering just barely off the edge. In the center, a dying Omega lies still atop a bed of white. A silhouette looms close, a protective shield. Yet useless. His violet eyes turn slowly in my direction. They are ringed heavily with shadows, dark with insanity. A streak of blue runs through his right eye. The effects of the Blue Moon had still yet to fade away completely. And a day has already passed. He watches my every move. The scar that slashes a path across his face seems to burn as he murmurs. “What.” “Blaise has found a cure to the Plague,” I say, the corner of my lips tugging at the sharp remark. I would discipline him, if it weren’t for the fact that he was already treading a line very close to his limit. “You know of Athelas.” “...Athelas?” He suddenly straightens. And without a word, h
BLAISE“Noel.”“I’m f-fine,” He murmurs, as he catches himself heavily against the rotting bark of a thick oak. He keeps shifting between the line of his wolf and human, without his own will. His eyes gleam the same shade as the snow that covers the unforgiving terrain. His hand swipes weakly over his face. “I can see a little,” He whispers, as I latch onto his arm and swing it over my own shoulders. His eyes crinkle, before twisting loose again. He stifles a bittersweet sigh, hidden behind breathless laughter. “Shapes…and colors. A little.” “We’re almost there.” I say, tightening the collar of his cloak around his throat. “The Edge is just nearby, Noel. Do you think you can shift?” He nods forcefully. The Moon is now high above us. It’s the only thing that lights up the darkness and creates shadows in the dark of the Forest. But I can see the clearing ahead. It’s like a silver ocean, with all the unbroken snow laden thick. Silence everywhere. I’d been keeping an eye out for any
________________________________BLAISEAfter that day, I hadn't seen a trace of Christian. Now it had almost been a full week, and I had lost most of the confusing thoughts with what had happened. The first three days I hadn't been able to get him out of my mind. But by now I'd convinced myself that he'd probably realized he didn't feel that way about me. We hadn't had contact for years. There was just no way he could have fallen in love with me. My fingertips hover above the keyboard of my laptop. Great. I was thinking about him again, wasn't I? Leaning back into the chair, I take a sip of iced coffee and start typing again. Half of my mind is still occupied with Christian. It wasn't good to think about him. He did this, to me. Always. He made me wonder. He would always leave me so confused and lost, always leave my head so full of him. Then he'd leave for years and not come back. A bitter expression passes by my lips. It was better to just forget it entirely. "Miss?" "M
__________________________________Great.This was just all fucking great, dammit.The moon is already high up in the sky. And I'm wandering in the dark, empty streets of Seoul, my stomach turning with the guilt of having said all that to him.I'd just run. I'd run away from him, without even thinking where I'd go.Would he still be there, at my apartment?I had no idea.And the regret is just growing by the second, slowly pressing down on my chest.I'd acted so childish just now. Like a childish little brat, out to get revenge. I could've just held it all in. Held it in, like I'd always done.I don't know why I'd gotten so emotional when I'd seen Christian's face.I'd just completely lost my composure. I'd just lost it in front of him, not even thinking what was going to happen next.And I'm so deep in my own thoughts I don't even look where I'm walking.My shoulder crashes into someone."Ah!"A surprised yelp bursts from my lips as I tumble backwards onto the sidewalk. And I complet
_______________________________BLAISE"Ow."My eyes slowly flicker open. And I'm surprised to see that I'm in my own kitchen, my head tucked between my hands and chest leaning against the island table. I'm seated on the high chair, but in the opposite way so I'm practically hugging the back of the chair.How in the world had I gotten into this—"Don't move."Christian?!I twist around in surprise. But the moment I do, pain streaks up my spine and I nearly tumble off the chair."Ah!"Strong hands wrap around my shoulders, righting me back on the chair again. Christian sounds absolutely pissed."I told you not to move.""What are you even—"I look down to see that he's wrapping bandages around my stomach. My shirt, soaked completely in blood, is thrown in a messy pile on the wooden floor.I'm only in my bra.My face goes paler than before."Christian!""Relax." He says, and I can practically hear him roll his eyes even when I can't see him. "Should I have let you bleed to death then?"
________________________________"So you see— the sign changes, because the variable comes over to this side. And then you would flip this, too." I say, tapping at the paper with the eraser of my tipped pencil."Do you unders—Christian!"He's examining a strand of ramen, holding the chopsticks over his head. His eyes flicker to me."Yeah?""Put that in your mouth. Right now." I snap, grabbing a napkin and wiping the corner of his lips. He immediately pulls back, his expression tense."What are you doing?!""I should be asking you that." I fire back, crossing my arms. "Did you listen to anything that I said for the last ten minutes?""...I did.""Tell me one thing."He frowns, looking thoughtful for a second. Then he looks up at me with a pointed look."The variable changes, because the sign comes over to the other side of the equation. Okay? I've been listening, Ms. Ara."I raise a brow. Does he really think he's outsmarted me or something?"More like the sign changes because the vari
________________________________"Browse around." I suggest as I start picking books out for my next class. "I might take a while. There are a lot of books here.""I don't read.""Well, you can." I raise my eyebrow when I see him brooding at me from the corner. "What are you interested in? What kinds of topics?"He breathes. "How should I know?""No hobbies or anything?" I ask, tapping my finger on the cover of a book. "What about stories, then?""Here."I hold out a copy of one of my favorites."I don't want—""No. I'm giving you something to do as your punishment. Just wait until I finish checking out some books, alright?" I say firmly, making his expression steel. He rips the book from my hands.Then he walks briskly over to the reading corner, dropping into a plush chair with a stormy look.I laugh.He really was an interesting one._______________________________I finally pick out the last book, piling on top of all the others in the checkout box. That had taken over an half hou
"Christian."“Get to the blackboards, will you?”______________________________BLAISEI go through the list of names, one by one."Amana.""Yes, Ms. Ara.""Yousef?""Here.""Skylar.""Here."Finally, my pen stops at a name."Christian."No answer. I look up. And the boy is sitting in the far side of the window, his eyes fixed on me with a dark, haughty stare.I look back down at the clipboard, a smirk tugging on my lips."Christian Shadow. Is Christian here today?"Still no answer."Alright. Christian marked absent." I say loudly, crossing off the box next to his name. He gives me a disinterested expression, like he doesn't really believe that I actually had done what I said.Christian Shadow. It was my first day teaching the junior class, and all the teachers at school had talked so much about this single boy that caused so much trouble.According to them, he skipped classes for days on end. Got into fights, on the rare days that he did attend school.And apparently, he was the son
I hadn't been in a Striker apartment ever since Alen's death. But now with Ezra as my Shield, I step into our very own space, a place where I'd be safe to come back to every night.I would never have to step foot into my father's house again. For the rest of my life.The bruises are still fresh.And I'd tried to remember. I'd really tried, to recall what exactly he'd done to me that night. It was like someone had completely wiped out all of my memories, and I had no idea how I'd ended up that day.I knew it was my father, but I could not remember.My feet light and silent against the floor, I find a book and sink into one of the soft couches in the living room.The Firstblade was out, so that I was alone in the apartment.He'd said that he wouldn't be back until an hour later.Halfway through the book, I find my eyes slowly drooping. I let myself drift into half-sleep when all of a sudden, a heavy noise echoes through the room.My eyes flash back open.Someone was knocking.Leaving th
NOEL (2)How dare he.I'd heard him. How dare he insult Ezra like that, when he was nothing compared to the Firstblade? He hadn't been there— hadn't been there when I'd been pleading, watching him fight for his life that day in the blood-covered snow.He knew nothing.For the first time, the anger feels like it might consume me alive."Father.""You will not touch the Firstblade." I hiss, the point of my knife gleaming in the winter sun. And my father snatches his hand back, the surprise in his eyes turning into a flash of fear.Then rage, when he recognizes his own son.But for the first time I'm not trembling. Instead I'm looking him straight in the eyes, my knife a flicker of silver as I sheathe it again.My voice is steel."You can do anything you want with me.""But I won't let you mock him like this."Not when you don't even know what he's been through.My father looks furious, his face burning red. Of course— I'd humiliated him in front of all the other councilors, people who h
EZRA (1)I could only hope that he'd listened to me. Most Strikers had returned to their apartments by this time, shared with their Shields. Only a few actually went home to their own Houses.Their Shields.My expression turns bitter.Before I leave, my eyes flicker down the dark hallway. There's a little bit of light coming from the endmost room, where Noel should be. Because we didn't have Shields, both of us had rooms in the compound itself.It was late, nearly midnight.And my features stay flat as I turn my feet towards his room. The beam of light is streaming through the slight crack of his door— and I see that he'd listened to me.He's collapsed asleep in the middle of the bed, a candle flickering on the nightstand. There's a book fallen open right next to his head.The door doesn't make a sound when I shift it further open.My steps are silent as I take the book and close it, placing it by the candle. Then I pull the covers back over his slender figure.I was certain he'd kick