Zirah's POV It was stark white, as in, snow white. The type of white you would see on an easel.It was a long time before I could shift. Back then when my parents were alive, they would tease me that I was a late bloomer and always comfort me that while it may take some time, I would come into my ability and shift. Having the comfort and support of my parents kept a lot of emotions at bay. But I didn't know until they died. And that horrible bastard was my custodian.He would laugh at me cruelly and insult me that I was deformed, a kyelsha. A kyelsha was a wolf shifter who couldn't access her wolf form, she was unable to and was forever stuck in her human body. Amongst our people, it was like a curse and that person was cast out of the pack. But I surprised my stepfather, even calling him that in my mind made disgust and revulsion slither all over my body.When I turned sixteen, on the anniversary of my mother's death, I changed.If I had changed alone, I think that would have bee
Zirah's POV I struck out blindly, hoping to hit her but I was too sluggish, she saw the hit coming and blocked it surprised me with how fast and strong she is. She threw me backward and I landed on my injured leg. The pain was too severe and I stumbled, my entire body going down. Seeing that as a way to gain one over me, she leaped on and landed on my injured feet causing it to pop with a sickening crack. Blinding pain assuaged me and although I clamped my lips shut to let out any sound, a tiny groan escaped from my mouth. Too weak to keep on my wolf form, I changed back cradling my injured side as I moved away from her. "Ple-pleas-e, st-stop.." I begged but she just kept coming, an unforgiving expression on her face. "This will teach you not to touch what's mine!" She roared in my face and the last thing I saw was her furious expression before her booted feet connected with my face and my world went black. Damon's POV Drumming my fingers on the desk, I debated going to Zirah's
Damon's POV Good, I thought, seizing on anything to distract me from how white and unmoving Zirah currently was, a couple of doors away from me. Helen on the other hand, was a welcome distraction. I didn't need to go search her out, she willingly brought herself here.I hastened my footsteps, sliding my hand down the cold railing as I took two steps down the stairs, catching her from the corner of my eye hurrying towards me. As my feet touched the landing step, I set my eyes on her, looking as immaculate as always. She was wearing all black which raised my eyebrows as it was the perfect outfit for midnight stalk and her hair was scraped into a ponytail, no strand out of place, and her lipstick perfectly painted on her lips. Her put-together appearance sparked anger, causing rage to simmer in my veins. "Damon-" she opens her mouth to speak as she walks towards me but I cut the distance between us by meeting her halfway.Before she could even finish her sentence, I flung out my hand
Damon's POV Seeing that I wasn't saying anything, Tristan's eyes hardened further. "Well…" he splayed his arms out wide, "aren't you going to say anything?" I hummed, focusing on using the cold feeling I got from the ice to center myself. The feeling was actually quite great if you could focus on it properly... soothing, calm and-That so great feeling was snatched away from me and my eyes popped open- I didn't even realize I'd closed it- the instant I felt someone take it away from me. I heard a thud and twisted my head to see what had fallen, and I saw a wet print on the wall where the ice had smashed against it and the sad remains on the floor, soaking my carpet. I flung my eyes to where Tristan stood, his hands folded on his chest belligerently."What was that for?" I queried."Oh, so now you can pay attention to me?" He scoffed.I rolled my eyes at how petulant he was acting. "Sorry, I kinda spaced out for a while there, what were you saying?" I waved my not-sore hand at him
Demon's POV And Helen that bitch, had a dagger aimed above Zirah's heart about to plunge it down. There was a lot we shifters can heal from. Decapitation and a dead heart were not one of them. I rushed into her with the force of a freight train knocking into her causing her to lose her balance and topple to the floor taking me her. The dagger was still in her grip and up close I recognized it as part of their family heirlooms, passed down from shifter to shifter. Her father must have given it to her. She clutched it tightly, not willing to let it go but I hit her hand repeatedly on the floor loosening her grip a bit for it to tumble several metres away. I was lying down on top of her, my weight practically pinning her down and I made to shift back but I was too late. She raised her right knee and plunged it into my neither regions causing pain to bloom behind my eyelids and in instinctive reaction, I let her go of her hands to clutch my ball sack. "Not feeling so powerful now, eh?"
Damon's POV I stumbled out of the room barking something to the guard there like "Don't let anyone in here" and I rushed out to a nearby washroom, and placed my hands under the faucet watching mesmerizingly as the white turned blood red to faded pink as it washed the blood stains down the drain. I kept scrubbing my hands over and over again until my hands were scrubbed raw, trying to wipe away the feeling of blood I had on my hands. It wasn't the first time I'd killed before especially not a woman. In battle you didn't recognize who was male or female, all you saw were enemies to attack. I placed my dripping hands on my face, closing my eyes as the mental image of her shocked race when I stabbed her before decapitating her. Her head had rolled to my leg and her face was frozen into that expression. Dammit. This was a huge clusterfuck that I didn't expect and I had no idea how to deal with it. This time I can't even seek Tristan's help because I can't imagine how pissed off he woul
Zirah's POV Blinking my eyes open in a strange room, I feel so disoriented and loopy. I turned my body so that my legs could touch the cold floor. The shock of the coldness of the floor meeting my warm skin jolted me to be more awake. I was donned in a weird-looking hospital gown which gaped at the back and I turned my hand to hold it together in place, as I padded to the washroom. I turned on the tap, the cold water blinking me awake as I splashed it with my trembling hands on my face and I looked up at the mirror. The image I saw in the mirror made me wince. My hair was flat against my scalp and my skin looked pasty white with chaps across my lips. All in all, I looked like an absolute mess.I hoped Damon didn't see me like this. I glanced down at the floor as I bent down, a sharp pain pierced my side causing me to whimper out loud. Why am I hurting?XI released the hold I had on the gown, loosening the fit on my body as I turned my side to the mirror to check out what was caus
Ramsey's POV Her long, velvet hair is styled in long waves that flows down to her waist. She turns away from the window to look at me as I approach and once again I'm reminded of the reason why I chose her out of all the women. She smiles and the flush of her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes for seeing me again, reminds me why I wanted her. Fuck, yeah. She's worth it.With that reasoning I smile back at her and allow the attraction to pull us together. We met to kiss, the kiss I'd been dying for all day. Her heels are much shorter than she'd normally wear so I have to bend down to kiss her. That's no problem. I love towering over her petite frame and allowing the power of my height and muscle to dominate her. I know she loves it, too."You look beautiful today." I mutter against her lips, caressing her already hard nipples. "Didn't I look beautiful before?" She smiles coyly."You know what I mean.." I say my breath fanning her lips. "Thank you.." she demured."Did you wear th