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Cassian ditched me. After leaving me questioning myself, unable to focus on the two and half hour lecture, he ditched me! Why did I ever believe for a second that his good mood would last…ugh, I hate relationships. With only my schedule as guide I walked back and forth throughout the large campus trying to find the mental health centre. I finally did after tricking Silas to share with me Phoebe's location. I didn't know why I felt the need to lie to him. I guess the thought of him thinking of me as a delinquent didn't sit well with me. Even though the cat was bound to hop out of the bag soon. The mental health centre was large, it was a two floor building with dark grey walls with a glass roof. Inside was a mixture of different colours that didn't overwhelm the laid back atmosphere of the different rooms. As I walked in I was immediately greeted by the lady sitting behind the front desk. She wore a dark blue uniform with a blue rose over her chest. "Good afternoon, how may I help yo
"Are you okay," Phoebe suddenly asked, leaning slightly towards me. She had finished half of her treats by the time I found what I was looking for within my own mind and even with finding the information, I didn't understand any of it. I didn't understand my actions. "I'm a bad person," I told her with a sad nod. "What no! Why would you say that," she inquired worriedly, shifting in her seat so that she was facing. "Well you remember when I told you that I had that complicated relationship with Cassian Cole because he has a girlfriend and he kissed me," I whispered, glancing briefly towards his girlfriend. "Yeah, you said that you were avoiding him and wanted to erase him from your mind. Thats why we went out last night," Phoebe recalled with a nod to herself. I sighed as I prepared to tell her that I obviously didn't know what I wanted. "Well last night when I disappeared…I kind of…went to him or he came to me," I tried to tell her but I wasn't quit
College was no joke. After 3 consecutive days of waking up at 7, checking in with the director, running errands for him; going to class at 9; leaving for the mental health centre and arriving 15 minutes after 12; spending 5 hours getting my ego bruised, carry heavy boxes, being yelled at my students from anger management for not giving them their 'juice box' on time and just doing whatever insane thing that Sydney asked and barely having enough time to study or sleep since my roommates just loved to go crazy every night–I was at the edge of losing my mind! I blinked furiously as I struggled to keep my eyes open. In 30 minutes, I had to attend my first class at the secondary campus–well high school. My only problem was that I couldn't seem to find dear ole Mr. Cole. I was 100% sure that he had heard about his girlfriend slapping his mate and I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into him about it but just as I had done to him. He was nowhere to be found. I sighed leaning against
I followed the map towards the blue line at the edge of the paper. I walked for about 5 minutes until the magical wall separating the different parts of the academy came into view. I quickly observed that there weren't a lot of buildings close by and there were only a few trees preventing the area from looking strange. Stranger than it already looks. As I walked closer, I noticed that there was a guard outpost, similar to the one at the front gate when I arrived. I began to wonder how Medaline and Phoebe had managed to get us out of the well secured building and into the city. It would prove to be valuable information in the future, given that I didn't plan to stay long at the academy. I checked the time on my phone and cringed. I was officially late. I hummed to myself, there was nothing much I could do about that now. I shrugged, reaching into my bag to remove my ID card. "Hi, good evening! I have a class at the secondary campus," I greeted the stoic guard.
Everywhere I went I could smell her. Her scent would always find me, even in the unlikely places that I knew that she had never been. She was everywhere. All my senses were always focused in her direction. I couldn't get her out of my mind and whenever we were close, it took all my self control…to keep it locked inside. Prime, they called it. Cursed of a lycan I say. Prime was the dull and dumb name which my mother's elders had given the primal form that I kept locked inside. Not many understood him and honestly neither did I. I just know that it was because of it that I nearly killed my mother while she was in labor. I tore at her insides and came out a fully shifted wolf. It took 7 months for me to shift to my human form. And for years later, I was a little tyrant. It wasn't until I nearly killed my younger sister, Claire that my parents realized that there was truly something wrong with me. My grandmother had peered down at me with a look of disapproval on her face. Sh
Long ago, lycans, were the guard dogs of the high elves, kings and queens. They were giant wolves of great intelligence and magnificent grace. They breathed magic and dominance. They lived intimately with the elven royals, so it was a particularly joyous day when one of the lycans gave birth on the same day the elven Queen did. They were the first soulmates, if you regarded a soulmate to be someone who was more than just a lover. The two sons were inseparable. They shared a powerful bond like no other, it was rumoured that they could even see into each other's mind, read each other's emotions. They were like brothers, a peculiar bond between man and beast…became something more. One day when young Lyker and Aeon were playing they discovered that they were capable of so much more than simple tricks. They could switch bodies. My father had told me of how Lyker felt free when he was running through the woods. The wind caressing his fur, he felt the freedom that
I didn't want to let her go just yet. So I decided to take her somewhere special. One of my special places. It was a private safe space for lycans to go when we needed to shift. Werewolves weren't allowed and neither where non lycans but it was the only place I trust that no one would overhear our conversation. They lycans there tend to mind their own business, though all that wasn't relevant since where I was talking Taiti was a more secluded section of the land. "Where are you taking me," Taiti whispered, her warm body drawing closer to mine. I inhaled her intoxicating scent. My throat instantly became dry. I released a low chuckle. I cleared my throat at the hoarseness of my life. "Its not far," I said as normally as I could but my mouth was still dry and my voice hoarse as I stared at the curious expression on her face. Taiti Malcolm was perfection. She had a cute little heartshaped face with the most beautiful and bright grey eyes that I h
Know thy enemy…as you would a friend…or a father. My world had changed for the worse a few months ago and ever since then just when I think it's going to get better it gets worse. The more I searched for answers, the more roadblocks and rejections appeared in front of me. I pondered what the universe was trying to tell me by pushing me back two steps for every step that I took. I just know that I was done being distracted from my goals just as I had been a distraction to all who surpassed me on the track of life. I needed to harden my focus on finding my mother but first I needed to grow my magic. I still struggled to sleep because my mental blocks weren't good enough. If only my mother hadn't locked away my power for all those years, I would not be in this trap that just kept on breaking me down. I would have learned how to properly use my telepathy and with just one thought I would have been able to sense her mind from anywhere in the world. Or maybe I was
He will kill you…where Xerxes last words to me before he fell into a deep sleep. His skull had been cracked sending a jolt through his entire body and then his feeling faded. Touch. My heart had broken along with his mind. I was so close and yet I stood at the back of the line. My promise had shattered to the floor with my hope. A hope that my life would be a fairytale. I hells happily ever after in my hand for the first time and then it let go. I thought that I had hated him but how could you shed tears for someone who you hated. Feeling. I felt them falling down my cheek but I didn't want them to fall, that would admit that I had lost. That would presumed that I love. Did I love him? I was willing. What should I do now? Hate or grieve. Claw. He said he attacked. He was hurting me. I felt it but this pain that I felt now hurt more. I inhaled deeply, squeezing my eyes shut as the cold water of the shower beat down against my skin. I released the breath slowly, trying to
Something had changed within Xerxes mind or it was just that Xerxes mind. It was fractured with black smoke creeping around every corner. My mother wasn't with me but I could feel her close by, hopefully convincing her husband to man up. In a way I guess I could understand what he was going through. Not knowing who you really are and constantly doubting yourself. It was sad just like all our lives. I only wish that I could do more to help him rather than just be bait or a distraction for the dark side. I admittedly hadn't planned ahead of getting into Xerxes' mind. This was something that I hadn't thought of. I was still figuring out my abilities but at least I had the confidence to overcome my fear. I walked aimlessly around the giant gothic castle, pushing doors open to reveal empty rooms until I arrived at a large room that vaguely resembled a throne room. Through the shimmers and smog, I spotted a shadowy figure sitting on the throne and another standing before it. I walked
"I told you that I was going to save him," my mother snapped, brushing the dirt of her red sundress, unbeknownst to the twig sticking out of her hair. She looked like a mad woman and she sounded like one too. "He is beyond saving," I gritted out in pain as I straightened my body. My shoulder was in a strange position which could only mean one thing. It was dislocated. "You know nothing," my mother spat angrily. "Yeah, I wonder why," I replied sassily, walking towards a tree. I leaned my shoulder against it and sighed. I might even hurt myself more. "And what is that supposed to mean? I don't even recognize you anymore," she said in her pissed off, 'I'm going to whoop your ass' tone. I turned towards her, leaning my back against the tree. My hand was trembling and the hellhound scratch still hurt really badly. I couldn't push my shoulder back into place without possibly causing myself more harm so I would rely on telekinesis to do the job. I exhaled slowly while staring at m
I couldn't help but to laugh. My nemesis was lying unconscious just inches away from my boot. Oh, the world was right again. I stared down at the man that looked like my father but he was far from it. With his eyes closed he almost looked peaceful, well if it wasn't for the blood running down his face from a nasty gash on his temple. "Yikes, I guess I don't know my own strength," I said, placing my hands on my hips as I glanced towards the table. It was indeed a blueprint of the academy but that is as much as I understood given that it was printed in bold at the bottom of the paper. I had no idea what he was planning but there was only one way to find out. I sighed. I did not want to go that way, especially without a physical anchor. I huffed and crouched beside him. Plucking a strand of hair from his head and pulling a loose strand from mine. I twisted the strands together, well I got frustrated and rolled them into a ball since they were so tiny. With a snap of my fingers,
"You have got to be f*cking kidding me," I cursed aloud, running my hands over my curls. The front bang that I had managed to cut, hanging over my forehead like a mockery. "Excuse me, watch your language young lady," my mother said sternly, folding her arms as she stared at me. I released a humourless laugh, nodding to myself slowly. "I am a motherf*cking idiot," I said slowly to myself in realisation. Xerxes was right. That's a wound that cut far too deep. How was I supposed to recover? "What is wrong with you? Who have you become? You are not the daughter I sent here. What did you do to yourself?" my mother said, staring at me with wide eyes filled with…indifference. "What did I do to myself," I retorted quietly, glancing towards the floor. "I did nothing. What did you do to me," I paused and hummed, giving her a sad smile. "Irrelevant, I guess I don't mean that much anyways," I continued, pulling my knee towards my chest and hugging them. "Taiti, stop this foolishness. You
I was perched in a tree, simply to put it. I couldn't stop thinking about the memories that Professor Faren had sent to me. Xerxes was the name given to him by his father but he had another name, given by his mother. That was how I was supposed to reach out to him. Though I couldn't bury the nerves spiking under my skin, raising my temperature and making me uncomfortable. Was it weird that I was nervous? All this new information was making my stomach twist and turn. Why did this feel so different? I had met Xerxes recently and he was a narcissistic ass hat but I guess I had never met the man my mother fell in love with. It was making me nervous and I needed to focus. I exhaled slowly, hoping down from the tree branch. It was very far from the ground which was how I got up there in the first place. Well, it was not as if the serene scene that I had painted was real. I stood under a large tree, full of branches that hung low and broad leaves that swayed subtly. There was short gr
My heart was pounding in my chest and I struggled to breath properly. What I was about to do, would most likely get me killed. Which was why I needed guidance. Kylen was halfway across town and I was not about to tell the director of my involvement regarding the lockdown. That would be my third strike and then I was out for good. I couldn't leave permanently now, not when Cassian was about to do something that I was told that I needed to do ever since I got here. It was strange, wasn't it? How Kylen would always be pressuring me to awaken Prime and yet Cassian could do it himself. Was that what he was subtly telling me to do…or did I miss something? Ugh, I was always so distracted. I hope that it was nothing major…but then again the look on Parys' face. He discovered something. Shit, I couldn't handle all these doubts right now. I trusted Cassian, more than I did myself. He could do this and whatever the consequences we would face them together. I released a slow shaky breath a
I resisted the urge to stomp my feet childishly while swinging my shoulders. Instead I took a deep breath. I could fix this, we could fix this. I just needed to find Cassian and apologised. I began to walk after Cassian, when Parys suddenly grabbed my wrist. What? Didn't he want me to go after him? Was this a 'he needs some spaces' situation. I glanced down at Parys' tight grip and then met his gaze with confusion. He blinked out of a trance and then quickly released my hand. "Sorry," he said, running his hand through his hair nervously. This was strange, Parys behaviour. I turned towards him slowly. "Are you okay," I asked genuinely worried about him. We still hadn't had that talk about his love life yet and it was most definitely overdue. "I'm fine. I…ah…can we talk later," he paused to glance towards the others but I was already nodding. "Later, in private. It's something important," he continued. "Oh, okay," I said, glancing towards the floor. This sounded very import
Cassian was pacing and gripping his hair so tightly, I was sure that he would rip out a few strands. Silas sat in front of me, bandaging my arm. He followed my gaze to Cassian and released an inaudible sigh. He glanced at me hesitantly as if he wanted to say something but wouldn't say it with Cassian present. "Uhm, are you okay, " I said softly towards Silas. "Why wouldn't he be okay, " Cassian chipped in before Silas could answer. He had stopped pacing to stare at Silas with a hard stare. I sighed, pulling my arm away from Silas to tie the bandage myself. I stood to my feet and left the room with Cassian hot on my heels. "Cassian Shane 'Primus' Cole!" I said loudly, turning sharply to face him. "Stop following me," I continued in a quieter tone. "I'm not going to disappear into thin air if you take your eyes off me for 5 minutes, " I said, hinting at how much alone time I needed. Cassian stared down at me with an unreadable expression on h