At dinner time, Sage went to explain everything over his meal. Sophie loved the colors of their dinner—the bright reds, oranges, and greens. It's fresh and smells good. It was humble. It was homey. It was the stuff incredible memories are made of, the kind that keeps her warm within for a lifetime, but with this dickhead's never-ending lesson of sword strategies, she wished to close his mouth shut with hers. How could he talk about it over dinner? A fucking weirdo. She was his Luna, not his best friend. Though they sleep separately, he should respect her and not bore her to death. He is doing this on purpose, I guess, to kill me from boredom. She thought to herself. A few days ago, he accompanied her to visit her parents, just to see them. It was sweet and painful to be away from them again, but she has to own it. This was her new life, after all. This was her. Thanks to Greg, who happened to be supportive of her with all her craziness. He escorted her to her shopping, spa days, an
That afternoon, after another visit to the pack’s gym, Sophie decided to venture into the wilderness at the back of the pack house. It was like calling for her; the wind whispered, the magic from beyond was calling, and with a sudden courage and some renewed curiosity, she dressed well for her journey, after all, she doesn't want a repeat of what happens on her grandfather’s mountain. So with a cotton yellow sweatshirt, a comfortable overall, and hiking shoes, she was now ready to embark on a journey in the woods. Well, nothing could go wrong, right? She was now stronger than any normal werewolf, though without a wolf. But then, she was a hybrid demon; maybe it wouldn't be too risky. She was, after all, a predator. With a water bottle in hand, she started her excursion. Anyway, the asshole Alpha was gone for meeting with his father, so no, he wouldn't mind this little adventure. Besides, she was bored as hell, and she wanted to see the woodland. Nothing could go wrong. Right? She t
Sophie wanted to stop for a rest when suddenly a low, humming voice commenced behind her. Whirling around, she saw what looked like a low, dark cloud."Oh, fuck! Now what?" Now she knew she was panicking. She was trained to fight dark fucking clouds.Soon the humming evolved into something louder, and the dark cloud became enormous and darker. Sophie then realized with horror that a swarm of vicious bats was about to encircle her. "Come on? A fucking bat?" she muttered.Suddenly, she shot her hands in front of her face for cover, but it didn't do any good."Oh God, I'm going to die here." She screeched, "Help!" Her eyes were now glossy. How was it possi
Sage smiled to himself while he listened to Sophie’s laughter. Her laughter was the summer rain and the birdsong too, and every time he heard it, no matter the weather, the sun brightened. It was as if her sound lifted a veil from their eyes and allowed them to see the world more clearly. It was funny how her laughter could do that—those honest rumblings of her soul. He was lost in it. Sophie's laughter was always a kind of laughter; it was like a song to a bird and came in happy moments. Fresh and new every day. So childish and so pure. It was the sound of her soul, something that came when the smile of her eyes overflowed into the air. So when he heard her giggles and her soft expressions of joy, they were as much a gift for her and this pack house as they were a sign of their growing bond. Though they were sleeping separately, nobody except Greg knew about their arrangement; in fact, no one was allowed on the east side of the pack house where the three of them occupied. Greg had b
"Yes, your grandfather and my grandfather were once best of friends; my old man told me a lot about him. Stories. Tales. That he was—um—" "How?" Her eyes widened before she said, "I mean, I didn't know this, he never mentioned it." Sophie was confused. What was this new information? Her old man never told her about being friends with Robinson’s former Master Alpha. "Your grandmother was a powerful seer; your grandpa was Savannah's alpha at that time when he met her, but something happened when she was pregnant with your father. Someone from the underworld visited her in her vision and cursed her bloodline when she declined to offer the life of her unborn child. By then, your grandparents were so scared that when your father was born, they, um, counteracted the curse. At first, they thought they won; your father didn't have any vision for or was a seer for so long, they lived at peace, and when you were born, the same old fear resurfaced, but even when Cherryl was born, there was no s
"Sophie, I think you're doing it wrong. Tell me, what are you picturing in your mind now, hm, imagining?""Well, I'm trying to summon a beach." She blurted in a good practice, duh tone as she began to waver.Sage's eyes widened. "What? Are you crazy?" he shook his head, "in my fucking backyard? That's not even possible." Despite her nonsense, Sophie put a reassuring hand on his hand and smirked at Sage.He wrinkled his nose in annoyance. "A beach? Sophie, really?""Why Sage? Are you judging me again? I want sea air and to take a swim. So sue me!""The hell are you thinking? That's not even possible, woman. How about you start using your brain and lift this fuckin stone in t
"So what's next?" She asked and mentally shook her head after a visible gathering of internal forces, "So what happened now?"Sage breathed heavily before responding, "We have to practice more so you won't experience the after effects. It was like being an athlete, where you need to practice every day. I hope I'm being clear now, Sophie. And you will start taking this seriously. You are a powerful hybrid. Don't let your doubt and stupid judgment say otherwise. Am I clear?""Yes, I get it now, Sage!" She might as well take things seriously now like a good writer, who was in a good mood, like a writer that writes words that are like excellent wine and sweet music; words that contain more therapeutic medicine than all the drugs created by man. Like they were c
"Hey, woman, let me explain, okay?" Sage said this while Sophie stood up, and her demon fangs suddenly elongated as if telling him that she was not happy with what she heard. Her heart was pumping, lungs were burning, and her demon heart was flailing in her throat."Sophie—"She growled at her alpha. She extended her hand. A slender tree plucked from the garden ground slowly floated towards Sage from either side with nimble, spidery fingers, slowing him down, and the ground turned soft under his feet. "Stop this."Behind Sage, the wind screeched and cackled at the delighted triumph. Dark, hidden eyes watched from every egress, waiting patiently. Bones, human and animal, lay scattered among faint rust-brown stains and pitted black scorch marks beneath heartless rockslides. The forbidden woodland knew nothing of forgiveness, of mistakes, or of second chances.Suddenly furious, Sophie’s fire surged from h