The words of an article she read the week before about the men in power in the kingdom came back to her. The captivated writer had argued that the new Robinson's Alpha was complex, referring to glimpses of the primitive heathen behind the elegant façade. Heathen? Sophie, she told herself, this isn't going to help. The automobile abruptly exited the tiny road they had been travelling on for several miles and passed through large gates that sprang open as they approached. The discomfort in her gut gave her an extra-hard kick as the gates closed behind the automobile that had followed them since they'd left Savannah. The driveway, illuminated at ground level by rows of lights, seemed to go on for miles. Sophie didn’t mind; she was in no hurry to arrive! Robinson’s Pack This is it, Sophie, this is not just a vision, this is reality. She thought to herself. Finally they stopped, the uniformed driver pulling up in front of a building with a Georgian façade. This was a private house, no
A week later. The Bos Coffee Shop, where Sophie and her personal bodyguard, an enforcer named Greg Reynolds, had lunch, was once cloistered and closed, with so many tables and so little room. Now the shop was open-air, a sort of covered patio with tables spaced a respectful distance apart. Which wrap up in the wintertime, dressed for the occasion, patrons hands warmed and breath rose in serendipitous puffs as they enjoyed their warm coffee, sweetbreads, cookies, and foam art, the sweetness of chocolate cups, freshly baked goods, and soothing music; the shop patio was Sophie's happy place. Here she noticed everyone, the corner shops, and the Robinson’s Pack University a few yards away. She had a happy time here with Greg for the past few days. They had a never-ending argument about his many theories about everything on the planet. She knew Greg was gay and a genius at everything, and he was kind, funny, and witty at the same time. Sophie noticed how around the edges were food vendor
Every time Sophie went inside with another test and another diagnosis, she "knew" it was something crucial this time, and she went out with her sanity put at ease, or at least knowing the right tests had been authorized with her bodyguard, who at least never left her side. Did Sage know about her situation?Maybe he did, but didn't care?However, Greg was always there with her, giving her silly talk and silly answers to her inquiries. However, after the initial diagnosis by the doctors,"There are some complications, and she might not survive; it seems like she has silver particles in her blood, and it's in the worst stage. It went to her heart now." The doctor announced.Greg was speechless, and fear crossed his face as tears shimmered in his eyes. Slowly, he turned around to look at the only person who understood him.What the hell happened? He didn't know she had silver in her blood.What the hell is happening?This is unbelievable—one minute she is okay and laughing, and one minut
However, the scene changed, and then she felt grateful that she was now outside of the dark forests. On her left, the landscape felt like it was her comfort reward—a beautiful, lush grassland through which she sauntered on an isolated path. On her right, she saw wild goats and wild sheep scraping on either surface, consuming their meals and unaware of her. Moreover, the cold, raw air was beating them from the left. But no one seems to mind; after all, their fur protects them from the elements. A sheep in hell? You've got to be kidding me! Sheep were not hell's creatures, they were from heaven. She groaned. But there was no trace of people on this trail apart from a worn-out track that curled through the snow blanket of grass on her right. Oh, really, Sophie? Do you expect people in your nightmares? Really? What is this Stephen King novel? The cold air replenished Sophie's lungs, and they were now bursting with fresh air as she observed the orange sunset cascading down a rift of c
Sage kept a close eye on Sophie; it was a miracle she awoke, after all, it had been a year since his Luna had been in a coma. The kingdom, the pack, was on edge. His father was worried since battle had broken out between neighbouring packs due to stories spread by traitors and the Crusade, who knew Sophie was one of Carlos' girls, the Savannah pack had been ambushed, and the Crusade had been on the run from humans. Everything was a jumble. Sage required Sophie for her vision, but it had been a year of futile effort, and she had finally awoken. Looking at the pale face of Sophie, Sage noticed her emotions were not easily suppressed on her innocent face. Her pain was apparent in the crease of her lovely brow and the downward curvature of her full lips. But her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a deep blue and sometimes green of restless grass, with a magic of unfortunate plight. A window! Sage realized that as he stared into her eyes, he knew all the beauty in the universe coul
"What pressing matters?" Sophie asked."Well, the thing is, since you—um, you were in deep sleep, war between packs started, and the humans joined in.""What? Why? I thought our marriage—""Sophie, you were asleep. We—I mean, you weren't exactly cooperative when you couldn't even open your eyes—you couldn't give us a vision that could help us. You are the last seer, and by now, the council knew about your ability, but—""But I was poisoned or drugged? And I was useless for a year?" Sophie intruded as she threw her hand in the air dismissively.He nodded his head. Yes, and that... here on the vanity table, you need to check yourself for you to believe that you're different now, go check yourself."Trying to stand, Sophie groaned.This better be good, she thought to herself.The silky blanket that covers her fell down the floor, and Sage turned his head immediately, trying his hardest not to look at the beautiful smooth legs of the woman who invaded his every night, making him feel st
Sage smirked and pushed more commands into her mind.Sophie groaned as her eyes rolled, literally."Bloody hell, that was cotton candy nice, like I'm sort of on drugs," she sighed.Wait! Yes, I'm a demon. I can fly and turn myself into a bat! Ha! Take those bitches! Pacing around she began to panic. But her brain couldn't accept the knowledge. It was like a computer that was overloaded. There was no definite processing capacity, and when her ability to process stopped, her fear exceeded that of panic attacks. It was like her brain was a machine with decreased inputs that couldn't do anything other than being frozen.Frozen. Her thoughts were frozen. Cold. Chilled.Sophie gasped. She was beyond mortified. "Stop that!"Unrevealed to her, Sage pushed more commands into her mind for her to stop panicking and breathe normally and with sudden vigor, Sophie asked. "Wait, let me get this straight. I am now a demon werewolf without a wolf, a seer without a vision?""Yes." Sage chuckled."And I
Landon?Cherryl?And someone was holding them hostage.Sage stared in the mist and saw someone holding Landon’s leash.Landon went obediently, head down, a good and docile victim. Up the five battered steps, across the narrow porch to the front door, and pushed it shut. They stopped. Landon did not look up. He did not look at their captor."Through the door," the captor said in his soft command voice.Cherryl trembled.Landon groaned.