Cassandra tries hard to stay calm, even as she felt a chill settled inside her and felt panic setting in. The pressure that she is feeling right now is too much for her to bear. It’s making her feel suffocated. If she had been an ordinary human, she would have fainted long ago from how intense this pressure was. But with her ability, she is somehow able to endure it and thus keep herself from fainting any time soon. Her sharp nails are digging into her skin as she is clenching her fingers hard into a fist. Drops of blood are trickling down from her fists which is making her hands blood all over. But her face is still as calm and expressionless as ever. Besides a pale face, she isn’t showing any other sign of discomfort at all, this was not the time to show weakness.
“The wolf was far too strong for us to capture him while conscious, my Lord. Thus, I put a strong spell on a metal bolt and Flint used it to
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Mark immediately turns his head towards the direction of the voice but the thing that he sees makes him gasp in shock. He sees dark smoke rising from that direction and then drifting rapidly into the night sky. By this time, the whole sky is being covered in shades of grey, looking gloomy all over. He smells the smoke as the screams continue to rage on; he feels his heart twisting in discomfort for some reason unknown to him. Without thinking, he quickly heads towards the source of the disturbance. He is feeling a kind of restlessness inside himself, a kind of feeling that he should be there as soon as possible. Something inside him is telling him to hurry up otherwise it would be too late for him even to regret. It's as if something invisible is pullin
Blake wakes up, yawning while rubbing his forehead. Due to many days of fatigue and lack of proper sleep, he is currently having a terrible headache, making his head throb in pain. Wearily, he rises on his feet and makes his way to the bathroom. Softly, he closes the door behind him and turns on the water faucet. *Splash* *splash* he hits his face hard with the cold water a few times, flinching every time when the cold water touches his skin. He looks up to see his face on the tiny mirror hanging on the wall in front of him. Blood-shot eyes, messy hair, heavy bags under his eyes and cracked pale lips. Looking at the current appearance of his in the mirror, there is not even an ounce of the confident and charismatic CEO that the world knows of. Now in his face, there are only traces of weariness and
Mark picks up the t-shirt lying on the bed and pulls it over his head. Suddenly, he stumbles a little when he feels a sharp pain burning through his body. His nerves are on fire. It’s feeling as if it is slowly making him lose his strength. He grits his teeth and bears with the pain, even as he currently feels like his brain is melting and his skull is about to split into two. His skin is burning in and out, feeling the urge to scratch his skin hard until it bleeds open. He is feeling as if something is gnawing on his skin, straining to come out. Trying not to scream loud in pain, he clenches his hands into fists. He is working hard to resist the urge to scratch his skin raw. He doesn’t know how much time has passed by. His breath has become laborious in agony. Slowly, after what felt like it’s been hours, the pain starts to dwindle bit by bit. He heaves a sigh of relief and slu
Mark holds on to the sink as another bout of pain tears through his body. Cold sweat breaks out all over his body. Gradually the pain makes it harder for him to breathe. He clutches onto his chest tightly. *pant* *pant* his body shakes weakly and he slowly collapses onto the floor. He feels bile rising up to his mouth, but he resists the impulse to throw up. He closes his mouth tight and forcefully swallows down whatever is forming inside his mouth. Suddenly, he feels an intense heat burning in the area where his canines used to be. It is driving him crazy to the point of losing his consciousness this instant. So as not to lose his consciousness, he almost uses all his strength while a faint groan slips out of his mouth. He is feeling as if a fire is constantly burning inside his mouth. His body is now lying on the title floor completely without an ounc
Mark is trying to make sense of what he is seeing in front of him. In front of him there are two paws- big, black and covered with fur. He continues to stare at those two furry paws as if his stare would make them disappear at once. H-how…w-why is this happening to him at the time when Blake is standing right in front of him? His head starts to spin. He immediately turns his face to look at the expression of his mate who is standing a few distance away from him. He is worried and desperate. W-what if…what if he thinks of him as a monster? And what if he starts to fear him and then starts avoiding him? What if he severs all his ties with him? All kinds of thoughts start blowing out his mind. No, he can never ever let that happen again, at least not until he is alive. He will never let go of him in this life. He can already feel his scent filling up the
From behind, Mark fiercely pounces on the wolf who is about to wound his mate. He growls at the wolf angrily, sinking his fangs deep into his skin and brutally tearing off its neck. Blood gushes out of the wound and splatters on the ground, dyeing the floor in red. The wolf falls on the floor stiffly, his body jerking each time the blood flows out from his neck. Mark listens to the weak whimpers he makes, his ultimate effort to desperately hold on to his dear life. After making sure that the wolf was no longer moving, he quickly goes to Blake’s side. Mark smells blood from his mate. Concerned, he immediately turns to examine his body to find the source of the blood. Blake is now pitifully lying on the ground, unconscious. Because of constant blood loss, dripping from his wound, his face is becoming paler. Seeing him lying so pitifully on the
Blake slowly drifted into a restless sleep as the night grows deeper and the cold gradually sets in. He finds himself standing in a corridor, standing before two double doors, the gold handles gleaming in the light. A light music floats into his ears from behind the door. The soft sound of the violin forms a beautiful memory and yet, as he looks at the all too familiar corridor, he gets a sense of déjà vu. As he looks around at the marble tiles with exquisite design, the family portraits mounted on the painted walls and the gleaming chandelier high above his head, he feels like this is a place where he has seen before but no matter what he is unable to remember where he has seen before. Suddenly, a gentle hum of conversation interrupts his wandering mind which seems to be coming from inside the room. Listening to it, he hurriedly moves away from the door. He unsteadily walks back, his whole body shudderin
Mark notices a note card lying on the floor. He then suspiciously looks around the room. This doesn’t look like a house that has undergone a torrent only a few hours back at all. After waking up, he has been expecting to see something like a blooded path, broken furniture, headless wolf or even a vampire with an empty chest cavity. But is he seeing now? Absolutely nothing, not even a speck of dust. Its looking as if the house has magically cleaned itself or something. Everything is spotlessly clean and in its place like before. There isn’t even a drop of blood to be seen. In spite of the house undergoing a thorough cleaning, he can still smell blood in the air which is the only proof that whatever has transpired is true and not some freakish dream of his. When the fishy smell of blood suddenly stings him in his nostrils, he feels suffocated. Oh Shit! he can never get used to this smell. He qui
Mark feels as if the world is spinning around him. It didn't make sense why, every time he thinks that he is finally getting to know him well, he is hit by another truth once more. It's one thing for Blake to not forgive him, but it's totally a different thing for him to lie to him over and over again. He doesn't know what to believe and what not to believe anymore. And now, looking at the fear and panic-filled on Blake's face, he realizes that without a doubt, he has been lied to once again. Soon he realizes the brutal truth! So, everything that has happened is only because of him. He is responsible for all these. If… if only he didn't leave him behind then...might be, Blake wouldn't have turned out to be like this today. It's happened because he failed his duties as his mate. Despair engulfs him from within as
Mark notices a note card lying on the floor. He then suspiciously looks around the room. This doesn’t look like a house that has undergone a torrent only a few hours back at all. After waking up, he has been expecting to see something like a blooded path, broken furniture, headless wolf or even a vampire with an empty chest cavity. But is he seeing now? Absolutely nothing, not even a speck of dust. Its looking as if the house has magically cleaned itself or something. Everything is spotlessly clean and in its place like before. There isn’t even a drop of blood to be seen. In spite of the house undergoing a thorough cleaning, he can still smell blood in the air which is the only proof that whatever has transpired is true and not some freakish dream of his. When the fishy smell of blood suddenly stings him in his nostrils, he feels suffocated. Oh Shit! he can never get used to this smell. He qui
Blake slowly drifted into a restless sleep as the night grows deeper and the cold gradually sets in. He finds himself standing in a corridor, standing before two double doors, the gold handles gleaming in the light. A light music floats into his ears from behind the door. The soft sound of the violin forms a beautiful memory and yet, as he looks at the all too familiar corridor, he gets a sense of déjà vu. As he looks around at the marble tiles with exquisite design, the family portraits mounted on the painted walls and the gleaming chandelier high above his head, he feels like this is a place where he has seen before but no matter what he is unable to remember where he has seen before. Suddenly, a gentle hum of conversation interrupts his wandering mind which seems to be coming from inside the room. Listening to it, he hurriedly moves away from the door. He unsteadily walks back, his whole body shudderin
From behind, Mark fiercely pounces on the wolf who is about to wound his mate. He growls at the wolf angrily, sinking his fangs deep into his skin and brutally tearing off its neck. Blood gushes out of the wound and splatters on the ground, dyeing the floor in red. The wolf falls on the floor stiffly, his body jerking each time the blood flows out from his neck. Mark listens to the weak whimpers he makes, his ultimate effort to desperately hold on to his dear life. After making sure that the wolf was no longer moving, he quickly goes to Blake’s side. Mark smells blood from his mate. Concerned, he immediately turns to examine his body to find the source of the blood. Blake is now pitifully lying on the ground, unconscious. Because of constant blood loss, dripping from his wound, his face is becoming paler. Seeing him lying so pitifully on the
Mark is trying to make sense of what he is seeing in front of him. In front of him there are two paws- big, black and covered with fur. He continues to stare at those two furry paws as if his stare would make them disappear at once. H-how…w-why is this happening to him at the time when Blake is standing right in front of him? His head starts to spin. He immediately turns his face to look at the expression of his mate who is standing a few distance away from him. He is worried and desperate. W-what if…what if he thinks of him as a monster? And what if he starts to fear him and then starts avoiding him? What if he severs all his ties with him? All kinds of thoughts start blowing out his mind. No, he can never ever let that happen again, at least not until he is alive. He will never let go of him in this life. He can already feel his scent filling up the
Mark holds on to the sink as another bout of pain tears through his body. Cold sweat breaks out all over his body. Gradually the pain makes it harder for him to breathe. He clutches onto his chest tightly. *pant* *pant* his body shakes weakly and he slowly collapses onto the floor. He feels bile rising up to his mouth, but he resists the impulse to throw up. He closes his mouth tight and forcefully swallows down whatever is forming inside his mouth. Suddenly, he feels an intense heat burning in the area where his canines used to be. It is driving him crazy to the point of losing his consciousness this instant. So as not to lose his consciousness, he almost uses all his strength while a faint groan slips out of his mouth. He is feeling as if a fire is constantly burning inside his mouth. His body is now lying on the title floor completely without an ounc
Mark picks up the t-shirt lying on the bed and pulls it over his head. Suddenly, he stumbles a little when he feels a sharp pain burning through his body. His nerves are on fire. It’s feeling as if it is slowly making him lose his strength. He grits his teeth and bears with the pain, even as he currently feels like his brain is melting and his skull is about to split into two. His skin is burning in and out, feeling the urge to scratch his skin hard until it bleeds open. He is feeling as if something is gnawing on his skin, straining to come out. Trying not to scream loud in pain, he clenches his hands into fists. He is working hard to resist the urge to scratch his skin raw. He doesn’t know how much time has passed by. His breath has become laborious in agony. Slowly, after what felt like it’s been hours, the pain starts to dwindle bit by bit. He heaves a sigh of relief and slu
Blake wakes up, yawning while rubbing his forehead. Due to many days of fatigue and lack of proper sleep, he is currently having a terrible headache, making his head throb in pain. Wearily, he rises on his feet and makes his way to the bathroom. Softly, he closes the door behind him and turns on the water faucet. *Splash* *splash* he hits his face hard with the cold water a few times, flinching every time when the cold water touches his skin. He looks up to see his face on the tiny mirror hanging on the wall in front of him. Blood-shot eyes, messy hair, heavy bags under his eyes and cracked pale lips. Looking at the current appearance of his in the mirror, there is not even an ounce of the confident and charismatic CEO that the world knows of. Now in his face, there are only traces of weariness and
Mark immediately turns his head towards the direction of the voice but the thing that he sees makes him gasp in shock. He sees dark smoke rising from that direction and then drifting rapidly into the night sky. By this time, the whole sky is being covered in shades of grey, looking gloomy all over. He smells the smoke as the screams continue to rage on; he feels his heart twisting in discomfort for some reason unknown to him. Without thinking, he quickly heads towards the source of the disturbance. He is feeling a kind of restlessness inside himself, a kind of feeling that he should be there as soon as possible. Something inside him is telling him to hurry up otherwise it would be too late for him even to regret. It's as if something invisible is pullin