LUIS's POVThe darkness of the night thickened as Claire and I walked further. We had to put our journey to a halt and find a spot to camp until it was morning again. I found a large tree, with a few grasses under and decided on that spot. Claire made herself comfortable and slept off right away. I guessed that she was terribly exhausted. Anyone would be after a long day of fighting and running. I sat beside the sleeping Claire, keeping an eye out for any danger. My mind could not stop replaying what I had seen a bit earlier. Claire, brutally torturing that man with the most psychotic grin on her lips. It was eerie, scary even. It broke my heart so much that Claire was like this. I could see that she was slowly drowning into the darkness and it was consuming her whole.But what could I do about it?I wanted her to talk to me, but each time I tried, she got defensive with me. It was like, she was putting up a wall an blocking me out. It made me unimaginably sad to see that Claire, som
CLAIRE's POVI stormed down the hallways, eager to find the empress. Where was her office again? As I walked by, I got stares and waves from witches I recognised from my last stay here. I ignored them however and kept walking. I did not have time for meaningless greetings. I slowed down when the image of Emmaline's hurt face appeared in my mind. My words hurt her, but they did not matter to me. If I was asked why I behaved that way, I would not be able to give a definite reason why.The moment Danica and Emmaline ran up to me, I got a sudden flash, like a memory of Bianca. She was standing there, instead of them. Seeing her made me rage and I was filled with bitterness once again. I could not trust anyone anymore, especially my so called friends. I could stabbed in the back by them at any moment.I hastened my steps once again, until I heard the empress's voice, coming from a room on the far left. I walked up to the room and observed that the door was slightly ajar. From the small ope
CLAIRE's POVI looked at Luis dead in the eyes and spoke."What do you even want to say to me hm? That everything would be okay? That there is no reason for me to be this angry and bitter?" I scoffed. "Then you are dead wrong."Luis exhaled and reached out to me, but I scooted back. My whole blood was boiling and a comforting hand from him was the last thing I needed."Look, Claire, I understand your anger, but-""No!" I yelled, attracting the attention of the witches passing by.But I did not care one bit. I ignored the sharp stares and kept on hollering at Luis."Don't you dare say that you understand how I am feel because you do not know the half of it! You do not know what it feels like!" I yelled.Luis looked around and then back at me."Okay Claire, I do not understand how you feel, but calm down-""Oh? You want me to calm down now? After following me around and trying to talk to me like there is something wrong with me. You expect me to calm down? No Luis, I will not stay calm.
CLAIRE's POV “As you know, spells are divided into classes, which are elements. Fire, water, wind and earth,” Aunt Axera said as she paced in front of me. I stood rigidly to the ground, palms made into tight fists as I listened to her. Her eyes found me and she continued.“Some spells differ however, like the healing and protection spell. There is one more spell, one which I will not mention.”I cocked my head with my eyebrows raised. I wanted to question her on what spell she was talking about, but the look on her face told me that she was not willing to talk about it.So, I reserved my question, waiting on her. “Now, these elements each have grades, or levels. If you want to become a very strong witch, then, you would need to be able to cast a grade five spell with ease.”“Grade five?”Aunt Axera nodded. “Yes. Grade five is the highest level for any spell.”I swallowed hard. Grade five. It seemed far and out of my reach, but I wanted to get there no matter how gruelling this trai
DOMINIK's POV"Haul these bags into the storage room. Keep them by the very left with the cartons." I said to the wolves, who carried a bag of new food items on their shoulders. They all nodded and did as I instructed. Today, we were stocking up and refilling our food items. This was usually the job of Luis and some other wolves under him, but due to his absence I had to take over. It had been over a month and I had no heard a word from neither Luis, nor Claire. And it worried me greatly.I had this feeling, stuck in my chest that something bad had happened to them. I did not want to believe it however. I trusted Luis enough to protect my mate, but what was this feeling? This premonition running down my spine each time I thought about Claire? I exhaled and looked at the list of food items I held in my right hand.I gave more orders until all the food items I had ordered were now placed safely in the store house. I walked back to the pack house with only one person on my mind.Claire.
CLAIRE's POV"Wind eagles?" I questioned as I stared at the spell book.It was a wind spell, one I had no idea existed. I read through the description and saw that you could summon eagles made out of wind with this spell. I sighed and read through the chant. My mind zoned out mid way and the words blurred out. I let out a frustrated groan and my eyes trailed to the wall clock. It was a little after 2am and I was not even hallway into learning the spells.Frustrated and tired, I dumped the spell book on the bedside table and pushed myself out of bed. I knew that if I laid down on the bed, sleep would not come. I walked over to the door and cracked it open the slowly. I peered out into the hallway and saw that it was empty. I quietly exited my room and tiptoed down the hallway.I went down the stairs, having no idea where I was going. I immediately recalled that there was a woods beside the main building and this was a nice time to go for a run. I quietly exited the building and walked
CLAIRE's POVI kept my eyes fixed on Emmaline. I was in utter shock and disbelief. Emmaline was my sparring partner? This made no sense. Was I supposed to engage her in combat? I grimaced inwardly.But it made sense. She was practicing by 2am because she knew that she was going to engage me in combat. All the excitement I had before coming here was no more. I did not have to zeal to fight Emmaline, rather, I did not want to engage her in combat.From the way she ignored me, it was obvious that she detested me at this point and fighting her was not the smartest choice."Can I change my sparring partner?" I inquired as I looked at my aunt.Aunt Axera shook her head and I went grim instantly."You do not have a right to change sparring partners. I have chosen Emmaline, and you will fight her this instance. Take your stance."I blinked at her. Did she just say, take your stance? We were going to fight now? Emmaline did not hesitate. She walked over to the middle of the training grounds an
CLAIRE's POVTossing and turning in the bed seemed to have become the new norm for me each night. Last time I could not fall asleep because of how excited I was, but now, it was a completely different case.The humiliation I had suffered in the hands of Emmaline haunted my mind. The moment I slid my eyes shut, the whole scene would replay in my head. The way she had brutally defeated me with even allowing me to put a single scratch on her was baffling.She was faster, stronger and overall, better than. Just how had she gotten to that level? As much as I hated to admit it, Emmaline was strong, and I was not even on her level.I slammed my fists into the pillow as frustrating overwhelmed me. I wanted to get better and stronger, but it only seemed like I was doing the exact opposite.I pushed myself up into the sitting position and my eyes roamed around the room. The lights had been switched off, and the only source of illumination was the moonlight flowing in through the window.The roo