"Are you some spy or something?" I asked him a little aggressively. He opened his mouth and was about to say something but I intervened."No, that's ridiculous. We're not even suitable to be an asset to this country. What the hell am I thinking?” I talked to myself. I grabbed a handful of my hair before I face him again."I'm so sure it was you. You had a slip of the tongue already."He looked down on me. I have an average height but his height is still intimidating compared to mine.”Alright. There's no point in lying. Yes, I am the one who knocked on your door each of your birthdays which you only got to notice on your thirteenth birthday. Am I right?”I blinked thinking about it. I'm not sure but, yeah, I didn't notice it until I was removed from innocence.”But how in the hell were you that consistent for straight seventeen years? How old are you huh?”I asked more because what surprised me was that he looked so young. I think around twenty-four? I don't know."That's not importan
I did not expect my sleep to be that peaceful. I didn’t even had a dream. That sleep was so peaceful that I couldn't believe it's possible to have that kind of rest.When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the rose next to my bed. I fell asleep crying with the memory of Pluto. In an instant the lethargy returned to my system.I slowly put the rose in the place where the sun hits it. I know these flowers need to be put in water but I don't have the willpower to do that. Its petals will also dry up until it dies completely. So I didn't see the reason of doing it at all.And one more thing, it's not from Pluto either. I don't know where that man got this flower from, I also don't know what his reason was. As long as I just leave it here until it withers.I got up and looked at the clock. It's almost noon but I can still feel the cold coming in from the window. I didn't even lit the fireplace to warm the house. I'm such a complete mess right now. I don't see the point of doing al
I walked quietly. I distracted myself by thinking about things. The road is not dark because the moon serves as light on my way. I counted how many trees, how many cars passed by. I tried to fight the feeling that I was going to lose my mind.I stopped several times, and several times I also heard his steps stop. I didn't say anything to him until I got home. I closed the door heavily and finally saw his eyes looking at me seriously."It's up to him. If he freeze to death, it's not my fault." I said to myself.I lit the fireplace. I warmed up with hot chocolate and that was all I had in my stomach. After that I decided to rest and lay on the bed but the rose that was on the bed caught my attention.It has not yet withered. Its petals are still blooming and it looks like it was freshly picked. I can't help but think about Pluto. I can't help but wonder if what my life could have been is he's still here. He will definitely not let me be sad. He won't let me cry. He won't leave me alone.
I know that even though I'm skeptical about his antics. Still, I had to thank him."Thank you for that," I uttered.I was sitting on the bed while he was leaning against the window, looking out at the round, bright moon."For this, and for what happened earlier."I was referring to the rose I was holding and what happened earlier. He didn't reply and just looked at me intently as he always does. I really couldn't help but be amazed at how his eyes could speak. Anyone can be carried away by his gaze."Who are those people?" he asked.I sighed and looked at the flower."Bad guys," I briefly said.I don't want to explain anymore because I think I will just waste time."And do they bother you often like that?"I sensed a hint of seriousness in his tone. I glanced at him, he didn't even flinch at my stare. I shook my head lightly as an answer."It seems they have something else in mind for you," he whispered as if he said it only to himself.I smirked without humor. "Don't worry. I can pro
Werewolf — I typed at the search bar."Fajra, you're still not done with that?" My co-worker asked me.I smiled raw and shook my head. I only used the existing computer here in our manager's office. I spent almost my entire lunch break researching the questions I needed answers to.Are werewolves real? What do werewolves do? Where did they come from? The things I read are foreign to me and I can’t seem to understand the results of my reading. Even though I understand it, it still does not meet my level of understanding.Werewolves aren't real. That's one of the hundred results that says the same. I nodded while agreeing with what was read."Right, who the hell in the world would believe that?" I whispered to myself.This issue only became a trend because of the movies that were released and mixed with some other catch for people to watch and believe. Some results are saying that werewolves came from the stories of people acting a bit different than usual, different in a way of bein
"Fajra," I heard him call me with a tone of defiance.I was too focused choosing clothes from the rack and putting them in front of him. I chose a simple shirt on him slightly tilting my head looking if it fits him.”This one's cool. White shirt fits you.” I said and removed the shirt from the hanger but he grabbed my wrist to stop me."Stop," he said.I sighed heavily and pouted. He has been stopping me from shopping for clothes for him. I was able to buy him pants first, so now I'm choosing his top. "At least buy that." I slapped the shirt on his chest so he couldn't do anything but hold it.He followed me to the counter. I quickly took out money and signaled the woman not to put the clothes in the paper bag."Don't look at me like that. I'm telling you, you have to change clothes. You attract so many people with that outfit. Halloween is still far ahead.” I rolled my eyes.His lips were in a grim line. "I don't care what other people say."I sighed harshly. “Just change. I'll wait
I was dumbfounded while looking at the scenario when we got home. From a distance, I can see how they take our stuff out of our house. I dropped the plastic bag I’m holding, which contained the stuff that we bought, and quickly ran."W-what is this?"I stammered a question to the man standing there. He didn't answer me and focused only on the paper in his hand. I turned to see another man coming out our door with the rest of our stuff."H-hey!" I screamed. "What are you doing?"I was confused and walking back and forth. Hades even passed through my eyes with the plastic I'd left earlier.He also seems to have no idea what is going on."Please don't do this." I pleaded with the man I first talked to.He looked at me without emotion and handed me the paper. I had no idea what was written on it."You need to go to the bank to settle this."My tears flowed, and I didn't know what to do. They didn't seem to listen to my plea."No, please. I have money."The bundle of money was scattered bec
Hades liked Fajra. Or, if we're going to put it in other words, Fajra is the one he likes. Yet he believes that the Fajra he knows and the one in front of him are the same person.It's not that I believe his story about the other world he's referring to, but if I put myself in his shoes, that's what he's implying. Even if he doesn't tell me, I'm not that dense to not realize it.He cares for me based on the way he looks at me or even his words. I could feel it because I was once like this. I once cared secretly, stared secretly, and liked someone in secret."Hades," I called him.Because he was left there at the door of the inn we went to. There are no hotels here, so we just went here."What are you doing?" I asked with no emotion.He was just standing straight outside, as if someone had stopped him from going inside. He didn't answer me, so I hissed and came back to the door to get him."What?" I hissed."Let's meet here tomorrow." He pointed to the side.My face crumpled in confusi
--Athena’s POV--"Athena! Athena! Wake up! "With a cold sweat, shaking, and a pounding heart, I woke up. I looked around to see where I was. I’m quite relieved to see the trees and hear the chirping of the birds. I might have fallen asleep here in the tree house."You’re having nightmares again?" Knight asked with a worried tone.I avoided his eyes and I sat properly. I’ve been dreaming a lot of weird things lately. It all started when my life was taken from innocence. I thought it was just a normal dream at first, but as I got older, I noticed how frequently I dreamed, not to mention how those dreams are connected, like they're a story."It’s much worse today," I whispered."How come? Did you dream of flying dragons now? " He laughed.I gawked at him. How would he react if I told him that it’s not just flying dragons but wolves that fight with swords that could kill only them? I shook my head and decided to just keep my mouth shut."We should go now. My father will look for me, "I u
--Someone's POV-"How about you? Are you not going home yet?" Grandma asked the well-groomed child.They are walking on the pavement. It's not winter yet, yet the cold can still be felt."What is your name again?" Grandma asked the child."Knight," he answered.Grandma smiled at him sweetly. "Nice to meet you, Knight."The child simply smiled."So when are you going to go home?""Mom will pick me up. I'll call her. " He said."Why? Where was she? ""She's busy with our company."The grandmother nodded. "And how did you end up with those children?" She's talking about the children who live in the slums."I'm bored. I wanted to make friends. ""With them?"The child shrugged. "What's wrong with them?"The grandma stopped and smiled afterward. She tapped the child's head."Right, nothing's wrong with them."Grandma was surprised when the child suddenly reached out for her hand. She looked down on him."Grandma, can you tell me about the ending?"Grandma contemplated. With the child's doe
--Someone's POV-"Get out of here, filthy old woman."The old woman stumbled in the middle of the street when the owner of the store pushed her. She even threw her bag that's with her. The old woman was speechless. She didn't even fight back or even speak."Grandma!"The old woman smiled when she heard the children approaching her. She was struggling, so these children helped her."You didn't have to push her!""Shhh, son, you don't need to bark at her." The old woman lectured the child.The child just pouted and went with the grandmother. They found their place next to an alley. They settled there."Have you eaten?" The old woman asked."Not yet.We didn't find a side line today, grandma. "The old woman smiled in a motherly way. She rummaged through her bag and brought out the few pieces of bread in there. The children celebrated and shared it in the dark night."It looks like it's going to rain, Grandma. There is no moon today. The stars are few as well. "The grandmother patted the
--Knight's POV--"Alpha, they're here."How many moon rises have I witnessed? Several winters have passed. Many lives have been born, but here I am."I'll go after you." I said to Lucas, the beta of our pack."Grendel's pack has arrived as well."I quickly turned to Lucas. He's smirking. I furrowed my right brow and reached for the bronze goblet on my table."Is he with her?" I asked."Of course he came with his Luna."I chuckled and nodded. "Good for him.""He'll meet you after the ritual. He told me he had something important to tell you. "My brows furrowed. "Important? In the few years we haven't seen each other, what important thing could he want to tell me? "Lucas shrugged his shoulders.I rolled my eyes. "You can leave." I ordered."Oh wow," he uttered.What is his problem this time?"Sometimes, I can't help but think that we are better off in the world of people. There, I can disrespect you and I can--"I threw at him something that I picked up from my table, and he immediate
In life, you have different things you want to pursue, may be material things, events, a person, or anything. The world is made to be inconsistent, and so are we.It seems that whatever we desire, it will never end, it will never finish. We always have new wants, always have new desires. There will never be contentment.You always seem to be looking for something. You always seem to be missing something. And all this time, I always believed that we are like that because it's our norm. That we are made that way with our own differences.But now, I realized that maybe, that's why we can't be satisfied: we can't see the reason and purpose of these things.I lived in vain. My whole life seems to have been dedicated to enslaving the world.I fooled people because I wanted to help others. It doesn't make sense, doesn't it? I hated my father and ended up forgiving him. Still, it does not make sense.There will always be a twist and turn with everything; there's no consistency, because there'
That kiss intensified. From gentle kisses, it became fiery and longing. Our lips fought. I don't know if it's because we've been through so much that we're so thirsty for each other.But the only thing I know now is that I want to make him feel how much I love him. As I've said a while ago, I want to be selfish just this once. I want to love him without thinking about anything. I want to show him how much I love him without holding back.The way he held me with care was different from his aggressive kisses. I resisted his kisses. The coldness I felt earlier now has been replaced by a warmth that caresses not only my skin but also my heart.His hands roamed around my neck and down my body. Now he is slowly getting up and positioning himself in front of me. I moaned, feeling his mouth suck my neck lightly.This scene is strange, especially in light of the past events. I loved him and it hurts me so badly.He stopped and sniffled my neck, smelling whatever it was, probably the smell of s
We stopped in the middle of the forest. We stopped at a stone house, and it was alone in the deserted forest.I silently scanned the abandoned looking house. The floor creates noise due to its fragility. At the entrance, we were greeted by a wooden door. Knight opened it up and let me come inside before he came after me."Whose house is this?" I asked.Inside is the old equipment. Everything was there, the bed, the table, the scattered and dirty utensils in the kitchen. It appears to have been abandoned."We used to stay here when we were still young and wandering around the forest." he answered.I glanced at him. "We?"He nodded and avoided my gaze. I dropped my gaze to the floor because I got what he meant. He definitely misses his friends; not only is it obvious to him, but I know how fresh it is for him.I was only with them for a while, and just hearing their story made me sick. How much more for him? For someone like him, who had kept it all inside for so long, they are the ones
I can't explain the rage Knight showed seconds after Meshka was caught and killed himself in front of him.His naked body flexed in the cold night. He walked back holding his head, controlling his anger, but he couldn't contain it. He walked back and forth, continuously roaring and shouting his anger out.I covered my mouth with my hands to stop the sound of my sobbing. My eyes blur as I watch him become miserable.He had the choice in his hands. If I were in his position, I would be able to kill Meshka because of my anger. But he didn't do that. He was his friend, and for sure that's what was on his mind as well.No matter how evil Meshka was, he never wanted him to die. He wanted peace. He wanted to sort things out without bloodshed. But things didn't go his way."Fuck! Fvck! Argh!"I sobbed, seeing him that way. He punched his chest, grabbed his hair, and roared loudly until he shifted into his wolf.My eyes, although they were blurry, were still able to comprehend what was happeni
It's so ironic. On a cold winter night, my father saw Knight in the woods, here in the same place, and he saved him. That started the curse.The moment Knight left his pack, the curse materialized. My father was sent to prison. I had to find money. Peter found him and made him our target. I met him in a bar. Something happened. I fooled him. No, I fell in love with him.And I can't believe that it's all meant to happen. I feel like I'm being played with. It's not good to feel as if your life was a joke or something. It's like you're in a show and someone is controlling your life.Imagine how frustrating it is for Knight, especially. For sure an alpha man like him would be under someone's verdict and desire. For sure it was hard for him.What he said was true. If we kept on running away, it would never end. The same things will occur consistently. Bree died, and so did Ulva. How many lives must be lost before all is at peace? One's life in exchange for everyone's life? Am I thinking ab