Ariana’s POVA crowd of students were already gathered around the building. Gasps and murmurs filled the air as everyone waited for the student to fall.“What… what are we going to do ma’am?” Sigil asked frantically and just as I opened my confused mouth to talk, the unexpected happened.It was like a movie, something out of touch with reality, only that it was not. This was real. The student was falling.At that moment seeing his body falling from such an immense height reminded me of Victor and my failure to save him.I remembered telling Damon about it last night, how I could barely even breathe sometimes when I remembered him and my inadequacy to help him on time. It kept me up at night most times when I didn’t have work to distract me. That guilt. It ate me alive.”‘You did what you could, even Victor knew that. Whether or not it was enough doesn’t matter. It has passed and so has he, on his own will. He’s resting now, you should too.’ That was what had Damon said to me.Doing wh
Ariana’s POV“What is your name?” I asked, seated opposite him, a desk wedged in-between us.“Bach.” His voice came out as barely a whisper.“Bach,” I repeated. “Is that correct?”“Yes.”“Alright then. Bach, can you tell me why you decided to end your life?”He lowered his head, pensively biting his lips.“It’s alright, if you’re not comfortable with that then we can leave it for another day. Whenever you’d like.”He fiddled with his hands anxiously, “No one thinks I’m worthy to be their friend.”I knitted my brows together, “So you’ve had no friends?”“I had just one. We were friends before I moved to the Central Academy. His name was Mark.”I leaned forward, “Tell me about him.”“He was the son of an Alpha wolf pack, the pack where I’m from. My father was the beta of the pack and as his son and a beta myself it’s customary that I’m introduced to the Alpha and Luna from a young age. So at five years old, I met Mark. He was my age mate and he liked to play a lot, especially at the bea
Bach’s POVI’ve always had a bad memory. It was always hard for me to remember most things, even the most simple things possible. But I just could never forget that day, the day I lost everything.It was my eighteenth birthday and Mark was preparing a surprise for me, a surprise I had to fight the urge to pretend I had no idea about. But he seemed so elated, even more than me, the person who had the birthday so I couldn’t take away that joy away from him.My parents had joined him to plan the surprise.To take away any suspicion, Mark remained with me during the day while my parents remained preparing the surprise for me till when we got home by evening.That day, I remembered Mark to be filled with so much radiance. He looked like he was truly happy—at peace.When I asked him why he was suddenly so joyful, he looked at me. There was a strange warmth in his eyes, one I’d never seen before. Then he said — “Because you’re finally here.”I thought it was weird. Hadn’t I always been here?
Bach’s POVEverything felt like a fever dream.How was it possible that in such a short span I had become an orphan and my best friend, my only friend who was also my mate was about to die?I refused to believe it, so much so that I waited till when my eyes would open again, revealing to me the smiles of my parents and the man I loved.But it never came.“You…have…to be…strong.” Mark drew in a shaky breath, loud enough to peel open my eyes to the reality in front of me.“No, no, no, no, no, no. Please for God’s sake, don’t leave me like this. I need you!” I cried out, tears pooling out from my eyes.He tightened his grip on my hand, “I’m… s...sorry I didn’t tell you earlier… about us.”That was when I realized that he already knew that we were mates, but for how long had he known?That didn’t matter, at least now. What mattered at this moment was getting him help. I needed to save him.“I need to call for help. If I can call for help in time then there’s a chance—”“No.”“What?”“Don’
Ariana’s POVLosing one’s mate to death was considered one of the greatest sufferings for werewolves. Most werewolves preferred to die alongside their mates, just so they could be spared from such suffering.Werewolves who managed to survive such an ordeal went insolvably mad or became a recluse till their deaths. However, I found Bach to be extremely strong.Losing his parents and then his mate at the same time on the day of his transformation was something that couldn’t be wished on your worst enemy.In a way he was stronger than I was. I had pursued the path of vengeance and revenge while he chose to fulfil his mate’s dying wish, regardless of the consequences.The only flaw was that he ended up being used in a sadistic game of power hoarding and world domination.It was a stupid thing he did, regardless of the reason why. He was manipulated into making such a deal, but it was still a foolish thing to do.Believing that reading minds would help in acquiring friends wasn’t the best
Ariana’s POVDamon was always in the library.In a sense it was as though he’d built a world inside that building that belonged solely to him. He would come as early as he could in the morning, and made sure he was the last to leave.And when he was in there, he was arranging books, strictly too, not paying attention to anything besides that.When I asked the reason, he simply said students didn’t prioritize the essence of books and would disarrange it, leaving it up to him to put it all back together, ‘preserving’ it.It fascinated me in a sense because I surprisingly had no idea about his interests.I thought he hid things about himself from me, selectively keeping things about him away from my grasp to heighten his elusive nature.And I was dying to know, I wanted to know everything about him, but I also didn’t want to pressure him into revealing himself to me.I wanted it to be as natural as the air in my lungs. I wanted him to undress himself in front of me as he wished—just as I
(Leo/Damon)’s POVAnytime I’d kiss Ariana, she always shrunk herself, kissing me with a naivety that I found cute.Excessively.But, right now, she took all the control from me, her tiny exasperated moans and addictive lips severely limiting the function of my self-control.In other words, I was at my limit but I didn’t want to scare her.I wanted to give her the pleasure of exploring her sensuality at will, instead of imposing something she wasn’t ready for.I wasn’t a saint and I knew I found myself crossing that limit at times—probably because I was greedy, especially when it came to her.Being around her drove me insane and I was never known to be a selfless man, especially with things I wanted and intended to keep.Another thing, we were at the library and the things I wanted to do to her weren’t things I could do in the open.But—Softly, she bit my lower lip, licking and sucking them. Then, she kissed me again with her tongue in my mouth.“I think you’ve become a little bold, k
Damon’s POVI’d always dreamt about that singular moment—the moment I’d lost everything, even myself.A thousand years ago when my people died and my kind was alienated from society. When I slept, it remained me in my subconscious, the waves that washed my spirit away.The screams, the blood, the horror. It became a part of me, a part of who I was.I was ashamed of it because I could never surpass that moment, I was unable to move past it. I became a failure in my own right; my inability to save my people and my inability to save myself.But on that faithful night I met her, unable to stand me, or even look at me—someone who drew in attention—yet as beautiful as the moon, I found myself feeling so small, wanting to be large enough that all she’d see was me.It was a childish thing, but I never regretted it.In my dream there she was, standing at the decided moment that changed everything. She stood right in the middle of it, staring at me, a familiar scared look in her eyes.“Damon.”