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
Luka’s POVI took out my anger on the files lying helplessly on the table, I took out my anger on my closets, I took out my anger on punching the walls, I took out my anger on anything and everything that came in my way. It didn't matter how much I punched it; no matter how hard I kicked it; all I had to do was think about the fact that she's left me again before I could even feel it.Someone else left me.It felt so good to feel something at all, as though someone else's emotions hadn' really been mine until now. My chest hurt from breathing but also from screaming so loudly, my voice sounded raw and hoarse and nothing like the smooth, rich baritone I always thought it would be.But this pain wasn't enough to keep the rest of the world away, because they were just going back inside their heads anyway, just like everything else. I'd heard that somewhere or another a person can drown themselves by drowning all their problems with too much coffee and not enough water.She didn't love me.
Emily’s POV“Hey” I turned to look at the owner of the voice, she had short black hair and a scowl. “You’re new here, are you new to town?” She asked, her dark eyes narrowed in scrutiny as if trying to figure out whether or not I was worth looking past. Her tone seemed condescending – almost rude – although I thought that it might have been just because I hadn’t spoken yet. I could feel my face heating slightly under her gaze.‘’I…yes” I mumbled meekly after taking in her outfit. She wore jeans and a green turtleneck, which looked odd in a place where it wasn’t cold out, but I couldn’t think of anything else I should be commenting on at this point.“Oh,” she muttered in reply, before continuing to stare. I didn't know who she was, everyone seemed to have gotten used to the fact that I shared the same breathing space with them even if they didn't approve but this lady in front of me who looked my age was giving me a bad vibe. The feeling only increased tenfold when another woman ap
Luka’s POV“Are you alright Alfred?” I asked after he seemed uncomfortable in the wheelchair.I had taken it upon myself to push him around the castle grounds and into the stables because I was bored and there wasn't much to do around here. It was nice having the company though. I thought it would make him happy as I was not oblivious to the sadness that hung around him like a black cloud at times.His face did not smile often either as it remained an unreadable mask with only his eyes showing that he was still alive.It hurt that I couldn't do anything for him. He was a good person so it shouldn't be this way but...it was hard to understand why. He had loved everyone and everyone loved him. He always smiled for everyone even when they weren't expecting it and even if someone didn't expect it he was still friendly towards them.That's what made him perfect.The goddess should have looked at and pitied him, she should have kept him safe. He wouldn't have been hurt. Not that it should