Luka’s POVI buried my face into her chest, closing my eyes tightly and inhaling deep breaths of her floral scent that filled my nose as well as the room. For some reason, it took me back to those times when I was seven, fourteen, seventeen when I was losing it and she came through for me and I couldn't help myself but take a little deeper breath every time she hugged me. The sensation of having her there, with me, made everything seem brighter. Made the air around me smell sweeter and less bitter. It was the feeling that came from hugging a mother, that was what Claire's hug did to. The old woman patted my back gently. The world had lost its sharp edges for me, and my worries slowly faded away. After a while she released me.I could see the tears in her eyes when she did.“Everything is going to be okay, I promise” She sounded so sure and all I wanted to do was cling onto those words“Thank you” I whispered, I meant it. I stepped away from weird, like I had given my vulnerability aw
Luka’s POVFor two weeks, we all took turns in looking after Alfred- Claire and I. I realized that maybe I had been too selfish to to realize that Alfred and Claire had something going on? How had it not dawned on me? Why did it take me so long to realize?The healer's presence was now a normal thing in the house. She would go from applying different lotions on Alfred to chanting different incantations over him trying different charms or enchantments that might make her recover faster. We didn’t know how to deal with the fact that she could do so much without asking us to help, but there were no real problems for us, and none of complained. Today, she was burning dry herbs at Alfred's bedside. The smell was awful – I could tell by the healer’s expression that it was bothering her – but it wasn’t hurting her, so we tried to ignore it as best we could while she chanted.At some point, her lips moved more than usual, and then her entire body shook like she was having an epileptic fit.
Emily's POVIt was the same dream over and over again.Luka was bleeding, the rope digging into my flesh was also making me bleed and I felt so weak , the blood loss was taking too long but the adrenaline rush was keeping the pain at bay, the fear at bay.When he took his final step towards me, I thought for certain that he was going to kill me right then and there and it would've been okay but not with Luka lying on the ground in the pool of his blood like that.He had put up a good fight but was no match for this man who was a master of sorcery and whose strength and speed were unimaginable.After he was done with Luka, he turned to me.“Now that you know that no one else is coming to your rescue, can we continue from where we stopped?” he had blood all over his face and sick grin he wore made me shiver and the feeling of unease in my stomach didn't disappear.‘No one else is coming to your rescue...’ My breath caught as he walked towards me again, his gaze never leaving my face whi
Emily’s POV“Harder!” My trainer yelled.My body was weak and trembling, my limbs screaming in protest as I pushed myself to the limits. The weight of my entire body was on one leg, the other stretched out over a large piece of metal that was bent down slightly.I adjusted my boxing gloves for what felt like the hundredth time, wincing at the way they bit into my skin. It would be nice if there were a release switch somewhere to take them off when I got tired of hitting this thing, but it wasn't like anyone was going to check. I punched the boxing bag repeatedly, with so much force my fist started to hurt. ‘Just a small pain,’ I told myself over and over, even though it was starting to make me feel nauseous. I kept punching anyway, even after all of the tears were wiped away from my cheeks. Even though there was no need for it. There was never any reason for it.“That's enough for today” my trainer finally said, wiping her hands on her pants. She was standing next to me while I to
Chapter one hundred and twenty nineUnknown pOVThe memories of when we first met came back to me and I didn’t know what to do with all of it, what was I supposed to do? He didn’t want me.It was just how we used to be when were younger only that he changed somewhere along the line and I couldn’t tell why, it didn't make any sense to me.I felt hurt yet it didn't stop the memories.“Can you stop doing that?” I groaned out frustrated.Why does he keep staring at me and making me flustered?He tilted his head questioningly. “Doing what?”“Staring!” I snapped impatiently.He chuckled and shook his head “Sorry, I didn't notice. It won't happen again”“Good” I whispered to myself, hoping he could not hear it but unfortunately, he still heard me.“Why not? Are you afraid I will read your mind?” he laughed softly, teasingly.Of course, he knew that was impossible, that I'd rather cut open my own arm before letting anyone read my thoughts, especially not him.But I had no idea how to respond s
Luka’s POVHe lay there on the bed yet his mind felt as though it had drifted into another dimension. He was staring into space and I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.I didn't want him to worry about anything other than to focus on getting better.“Alfred, can you hear me?” I asked the old man lying on the bed and looking so fragile. He rapidly, as if trying to clear the images and memories that were clouding his mind and as if it would stop bringing up all those feelings that he was trying so hard not to feel anymore. I watched, waiting patiently for anything, any sign.He blinked again and focused again and blinked again as if his vision was blurred, when his eyes rested on mine and he could make out my face, me, he gave me a weak smile- Typical Alfred trying to find sunshine amid all this chaos.Then I took his hands into mine “We'll get you out of this, I promise. I'll send for the healer, we'll do something ” I spoke with hope in my eyes. Even though I wasn't so s
Emily’s POV“We have a communication center”“What does that it even mean” I asked Luke wondering what this was about for the thousandth time since he had gotten me here.““Well, we call it an ‘communication center’ because it is where people get to talk to Maya, she's some sort of therapist and I think you might need to see her” . He answered. My eyebrows raised and I could feel my eyes bulging out of their sockets in shock. This wasn't something I expected him to admit and when he saw my expression he immediately added "It could help in easing up the stress and everything”“I don't think I need to talk to anybody” I told him, knowing there was no way I was ever going to tell any strangers about what happened. Luke looked at me as if he understood and as if he was feeling sorry for me. I hated him for doing that. I turned around to face the window that faced the ocean. As far as the eye could see the blue waves were crashing onto the shore. It looked so peaceful and relaxing that
Luka’s POVIn the week that followed, Emily’s pack was attacked and they lost three children and five women.It was hell.Everyone one was thrown into an anxiety fueled panic attack and no one could calm down until it was gone. The only thing stopping them from completely losing their mind was being surrounded by family or friends. Even at that, no one was truly safe.The victims had bite marks, the same ones we had found on Alfred’s neck and we didn't know where they came from.“What do we do?” The Alpha of the Diamond pack asked the council.The council was a body in charge of all werewolves, it was said that their families began somewhere in Italy in the early 1700s but that no further information exists about how they ended up here. All they know is that some time around 1800s, when the last remaining wolves left Europe and settled in England, they adopted humans. There are more than 50 packs scattered around the world today. And the families of the council took charge and so