ElitaNothing comes out of the dramatics. I always knew that.But never understood it until this moment.“ I told you…you are not dying. ” Dustin says, his eyes drilling holes in the side of my head.I eye the bowl of soup in the tray placed on my lap and pretend that it’s the most important thing in the world. What else can be important right now, anyway?Without saying anything, I grab the spoon in my trembling hand, scoop the soup, and shove it in my mouth.“ So, Elita Folke, its’ time. Why don’t you start talking? ” He leans back in the chair he is sitting on, right beside my bed, to make me feel how close he is.I choke on the soup, coughing wildly. The spoon slips from my fingers and drops into the bowl.My heart is about to explode. It’s better this way. It should explode, and I should die. “ Are you dying again? ” Dustin blinks, his face still blank.I stop coughing. Apparently, this choking act doesn’t work on him. “ What are you— ” I swallow, daring to steal a glance his w
ElitaNot again. I scream inside my head as the ‘thing’ swims closer to me.Instinctively, my limbs start moving in the water and I swim towards the surface. The wounds in my side and thigh open again and blood starts flowing in the water.But I can’t stop to care. I need to get out before that ‘thing’—whatever it is—gets to me.The moment my head emerges from the lake, I gasp for air. The energy in my limbs drops, leaving my legs and arms heavy.That’s when I notice it—A light graze of something sharp on my ankle. I shriek, shaking my legs wildly to move away, but those sharp claws dig into my flesh and pull me down.“ Dustin.” I yell, my eyes lifting to the window.But he is not there now.The water around me turns colder at the sudden thought in my head.He left me in here.Whatever is holding my leg, pulls and I am forced under water again.I shake my head, the heel of my left foot colliding with a face. A low shriek sounds in the water, surprising me.The hold on my
Elita I lean back, panting. His blood stains my lips as I meet his gaze. His eyes are still cold, but there’s something else there now. A fire. A flicker of something primal, like the predator inside him, recognizes the one inside me. We are both alike in ways we can’t really understand. His chest rises and falls quickly, his breaths shallow, but I know it’s not just from the kiss. The night darkens, and the water behind me ripples again. My small plan of revenge had the desired results. Something between us shifts, a spark igniting. It’s the mate bond, the pull I kept trying to ignore, but now it’s impossible. The air around us crackles, turning electric. I feel it in my bones, in my veins. My skin buzzes with the intensity of it, and it makes my heart race inside my chest. I shouldn’t want this. This is wrong. He just tried to drown me to death and felt nothing much about it. He played dirty, and I want to play dirtier than him. I want to leave him hanging while
ElitaThe future.The words jolt me awake. The haze in my mind clears, and I look up into his cunning eyes.“ Why did you assume I am from the future? ” I ask, my heart beginning to beat fast.Dustin looms over my head, his eyes zeroed in on me. Something about the way he stares—like he knows things even I don’t know sends a shudder down my back.“ Dustin, I never told you that… ” My voice drops, and my heart sinks in the pit of my stomach,“ It’s not important. ” He blinks and steps away, putting some distance between us.“ Why do you always decide what’s important or not?! ” I snap. “ Maybe it’s not important for you, but it is for me, and you can’t tell me it’s not. ”Blood is rushing towards my head. I was so dazed after that kiss that my mind stopped working. But now, I am beginning to see things clearly.He knows things. And he is not telling me.“ It’s not every day that someone believes a person can travel back in time. ” I rise to my feet, ignoring the jabbing pain in my thig
ElitaI am in the Kingdom of the South!I want to roll around and whine. What am I doing behind these walls? But…To think about it on a deeper level, this is so exciting. This is something I didn’t get to do even in my original timeline.Levian used to say that when he became a Lycan, he was gifted with the powers of the light. And the only one who could truly rival his power was a Lycan from the Kingdom of the South-the one who was gifted with the dark powers. I shudder at that thought. The Lycans from the South have the power to bring darkness with them, but that’s not all. The scarier fact is that they can control the minds—minds of the living and the dead. I have heard of the Southern King’s use of those powers before. He raised an Army of the dead against the Vampires and Humans. The vampires were on the verge of losing, and that was the closest they touched the loss in the war. Uncountable vampires were killed and perished. Humans were slaughtered and mutilated. The undead A
ElitaI want to believe that I am above everything sometimes. All that crush stuff and giddy excitement-I am above that. But I am still a girl.I can’t help the bubble of excitement that explodes in my belly and makes me buzz with energy.Dark powers have always been a source of thrill for me. I imagine a Lycan bringing darkness and evil mind control powers with him, and I find myself wanting to roll on the floor, giggling and kicking my feet in the air like an idiot.That’s what I am feeling right now. My eyes go round, admiration and excitement displayed in them. Even my fists move to my chest to contain those giddy emotions, but I can’t help it.I take in his dark clothes—a loose-fitting jeans and a T-shirt that hugs his body and his sharp feaures. The most prominent feature about him is his eyes. All Lycans have different shades of black eyes, but his eyes are a glowing grey because he is not an everyday Lycan. He is a Hybrid—he has a witch’s blood in his veins and has inherited
Elita“ I saw the wound she had. ” Avery hisses. “ You couldn’t have carried her all the way here from the North with a wound that recent. She got hurt around the walls somewhere, didn’t she? ”My gaze keeps switching between the three powerful people, trying to understand the dynamics. I understand that Avery and Aleister are angry for some reason but…Why doesn’t Dustin say anything? Why is he not telling them anything? Just why?“ You will remain silent again? ” Avery catches onto what I have been thinking and sneers. My heart sinks. Everything inside me wants me to reach out to Dustin and shake his arm, to ask him to say something.He left his Kingdom and came here to make sure the vampires didn’t get to penetrate the wall of the South. All this time, he’s been doing everything to protect his sister…She wouldn’t be angry at him like she is right now if she knew. “ You don’t need to be worried like this, Avi. There is nothing you need to know. ” Dustin replies in a composed ma
ElitaWhen I thought he would deal with me later, this is not what I had in my mind at all.I refrain from glancing over my shoulder and try to shrink in myself as his front presses into my back with every breath, every move forward.My throat feels drier than the desert, and my heart is lodged into my throat, claiming that spot as if it is always supposed to be here.“ Why do I have to ride on the same horse? ” I mutter under my breath, my back shuddering as his arms stretch around me.I feel cornered. Not in a bad sense. But sitting so close to his parted thighs and caged in his arms feels like a tight space. I can’t breathe or think or move away. Because, of course, there is no freaking space between us.Distance is important.It’s the key. It is what—“ I have to keep an eye on the trouble. ” He drawls, sending a heated shudder down my back once more.“ Who? ” I roll my eyes. “ Me? ”My ears perk up, waiting for a sassy reply. But he doesn’t say anything.Note to myself. When he
Elita“ Soline. ” I mumble to myself.And my chest aches again. It’s like someone is gripping my heart, threatening to rip it apart if I dare say that name.What kind of joke is this now?I move towards the bed in the room and pause. I have been having a hard time convincing myself to sit.How long has it been?I stare at the clean black sheets. My muscles stiffen. And like before, I walk back to the window and stare out.This room feels too familiar, and it’s grating on my nerves. I can escape from seeing Levian’s face, but can I escape from the memories that haunt me? Everything about this place, about him, about this room… reminds me of things that seem to have happened ages ago.It’s like I am trying to see my life from a distance, with a detached view…but I am unable to do it. Levian used to say memories are a curse. I didn’t agree back then. No matter what, I wanted to remember my life, my siblings, the destruction I was a part of.But now…I agree with him.If people just forg
ElitaThe silence after my words feels like the sharp edge of a knife. It slices through the space between us, heavy and suffocating. I take my hand off his wrist and pull it back to my lap.Levian doesn’t move. Not a single muscle twitches as if my declaration left him frozen. But I know better. Levian never freezes. He calculates, measures, and waits until his opponent makes the wrong move. It’s always been like that with him. His eyes stay locked on me, and I can feel the weight of his gaze pressing against my skin, searching for a crack, a tell, anything to understand why I hate him so much.But he won’t find an answer. And until he doesn’t find an answer, he will remain distracted.That’s what I wanted, and he is playing right into my hands. “ Monster? ” He repeats, his voice deceptively soft, the kind of soft that feels like the calm before a storm.“ Yes. ” I reply, my tone steady even as my hands tremble in my lap. “ You destroy everything you touch, Levian. You are aimi
ElitaWho are you? Such a vague question.I couldn’t say I was Elita because he must have sensed foul play already.I couldn’t say Lana either…because that’s not who I am.And then…I didn’t know what his mate’s name was, so I couldn’t use that as an emotional trap to get out of this stupid situation.That's why, I kept my mouth shut and didn’t say a word to answer it.But Levian was lenient. That’s why now I am inside the small cottage, sitting on a chair while he stands close to the window in the distance, looking out at the woods.“ The little kid has learned how to use emotional traps to get what he wants. ” His deep voice echoes in the silence of the place.I flinch, gripping my dress harder. When he stays silent, I can pretend I am not even here and feel alienated…almost numb.But hearing his voice brings me back to the same spot. I am here, on this cold night, alone…With the man who hurt me more than anyone will ever do again.And the man I came to save has fled with someone el
TysonI have known Dustin since I was a naive little child, living in a colorful, bright world of my own. This makes me privileged—because I can tell when something is not right with him.But it’s not often. Dustin is like a block of ice that never cracks. He holds everything inside, pretends to be a jerk, and does everything in silence—plans in silence, suffers in silence, gets back on his feet in silence.I have never doubted that he will not stay down for a long time. Except for one time before and this time.A long time ago, he told me that if he dies, we all must not die with him. He said he would have to do something, sacrifice something that he holds dear to his heart. That time, he went ahead and offered his precious little sister to an enemy King. Everyone saw his action. How could a brother just trade his sister like this? He was criticized for a long time by Striker, Nora, and Amelia, and that also drove a permanent wedge between him and his sister. But I have never felt
ElitaLevian lets out a quiet laugh, the sound dripping with mockery. “ Your courage is almost amusing. I thought you were the clever one among the Kings, Dustin. But maybe you are pretending to be more cunning than you are. Sending someone important like him on missions when you know how dangerous it is. Purely reckless…foolish. ”I grip the bark harder, my nails biting into it. My breath feels too loud, too fast, like it’s betraying me. This is not good. My stomach clenches into knots. Dustin’s calm voice cuts through the rising tension. “ what can I say? I was distracted by a little bird. ”Levian tilts his head, his piercing gaze sharpening as it flicks to Dustin’s warriors. “ You must still be enchanted to think you can come here with a few of your warriors and get him back. ” The weight of his words feels suffocating, but Dustin doesn’t flinch. Instead, he glances at his men, a silent command passing between them. “ I know what I am doing. ” Dustin looks ahead.“ Do you?
ElitaThe fog wraps around me, curling like cold fingers against my skin. Every step I take feels muffled, swallowed by the eerie silence of the woods. It’s unsettling. No rustle of leaves, no crack of a branch. Just me, the fog, and this unbearable quiet. Something feels…wrong. I pause, my breath hitching. I should have encountered some vampires by now, or at least some sign of them. But the forest is empty—too empty. My senses tingle, my pulse hammering against my ribs. But then I glance up at the moon, shining bright and full.Right. Full moons are for their parties. The so-called “festival” where vampires and humans come together for deals, bargains, and blood. It seems Dustin knew this, too. But how does he always know the inside information?My feet move faster now, guided by an urgency I can’t explain. The trees thin out, and that’s when I see it. The cottage. It’s exactly how I remember it—small, tucked into the clearing like it’s hiding from the world. But I know
Elita“ Someone will know we are trespassing before we reach our destination. ” I blurt, panic bubbling in my throat.I can feel my body beginning to vibrate, my pupils dilating, and my mind racing with thoughts again.This is a bad idea. A very bad idea.So, to make this idea a not-so-bad idea, I want to believe he has a plan.I glance at his face from over my shoulder and unconsciously lean back into his chest.“ What is our plan? Why won’t you tell me? ” I hum, feeling his chest rumble against my back.I silently memorize every sensation he makes me feel when we are pressed together.“ Drink this, and when we reach there, hide. ” Dustin pushes his hand forth and offers me a small bottle filled with a colorless potion.I sigh. “ Dustin— ”“ And don’t ask any questions. ” He interrupts.I want to lash out and continue asking questions even when he said I shouldn’t. But…Given that we will be fighting with an enemy later, fighting with him right now doesn’t feel like a good idea to me
Elita“ You should have told me sooner, Ms. Folke. It’s far better than pretending to want you and playing house with you. ” Dustin says, without hesitation, without even a hint of any insincerity in his eyes.“ Oh. ” My lips form an O. “ So you were pretending? ”I feel like laughing. It’s nothing new, anyway. Many people have pretended to be something else just to use me. By now…I am used to it.Because how can anyone want someone like me? A girl is supposed to be sweet, innocent, and naive. I am anything but that. I am filled with darkness inside out, and perhaps people can spot that darkness when they look at me. That’s when they decide—she is not worth it.Or maybe it’s not about how I am unladylike. It must be the desperation to be wanted by someone. It must be leaking from every pore of my body and surrounding me like a visible layer. She is desperate. Let’s use her. That must be what always goes through everyone’s mind.He starts again, just on the verge of saying more hurt
ElitaHow can I forget who he is?I sigh, as the wine hangs in the air, so close to his face. Slowly, it freezes, and the red crystals rain down to the table and floor.Dustin’s face comes into view again. The corners of his eyes twitch and darken. I swallow, sensing the looming danger. It’s like the air thickens with a silent threat, and pricks my skin with every second.“ Are you sure nothing is going on between you two? ” Avery’s smug voice shatters the eerie silence.Lenora chimes. “ She threw wine in his face. Of course, something is going on. ”A few giggles follow. I swallow again, unease gnawing at my throat.He deserved it. He knows that. Yet, he looks at me like he is going to smother me with his gaze. Heat slithers down my skin, as his eyes lower to my still chest.“ Step out. ” Dustin says, silencing the commotion.“ Are you talking to us? ” Tyson asks with a hint of playfulness in his voice.“ We will discuss this later. Go now. ” He nods in reply, so stiffly that my bac