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Tyler:The room bursts into an uproar, people shoving past me to get to the door; I draw out my pocket knife- the one I always keep for safety, meeting Enrique’s eyes, he mind-links with me.‘Hurry up, grab Iris and leave the room, try finding the time bomb and disabling it, hurry!’ He sounds panicky, Enrique is never panicked, which makes the whole ordeal fucking messed up.I don’t need to be told who Iris is, the ginger-haired woman with freckles, grabbing her hand. I race out of the room and into the hall.“Hey!” Iris is yelling at me, “Let me go, you are hurting my wrist, I was fucking injected in that spot.”I don’t mind her, I just keep running, the hall is stretched wide with adjacent lanes, I hear footsteps behind us which I am guessing belongs to one of Dante’s men.“Let me go.” Iris is shouting, shoving my hand away.“Stop fighting me,” I hiss under my breath, as I drag her towards a lane. I have no idea where we are even going, but one thing is clear, I need to get her some
Enrique:It’s been a week since the incident with Dante and his men, and their location is nowhere to be seen, though Gia is still trying to track them down, talking about Gia. She has been acting strange ever since we came back from the party; she isn’t available like most of the time.Tyler is starting to get really worried about his sister, meanwhile, Iris has already moved into his flat, and Irene and her sisters have gotten pretty much closer. I am re-constructing the library for Elva since she loves reading. But, it hurts doing that, because once upon a time, my sister loved that library, she would always go there saying books were her means of escape.There’s one thing I don’t understand though, in the party, why was Lucy talking to Dante? Something is wrong, I can tell. I try to push away all thoughts of Lucy and Dante as I settle on the dining chair, watching as the Omega pours me a cup of tea.Golden long champagne hair, and shimmering silver eyes, this Omega doesn’t look or
Irene:Iris and I are seated in the pack-house’s hang out room; I am showing her the camera that Enrique bought for me, the knot in my stomach unwinding as she looks at it with fascination. The camera even has my name written on it.“This is so brilliant, Irene. Now, you can take photos, have you taken your first photo yet?” Iris asks with a bright smile.“Not yet.” I say, shifting in the chair. I just feel as if it will be wrong if my first photo isn’t Enrique, he brought me a camera, he wants me to pursue my dream, if not for him, I wouldn’t have even made any effort, but he did.And I want him to be the first person I capture through my lens. It still feels weird though, he’s doing stuff that has my inside fluttering, jumping and dancing.Like butterflies fluttering deep inside me, no not butterflies, Enrique doesn’t make me feel butterflies.He makes me feel fireworks. “I just want Enrique to be the first person I capture, that’s all.” I say when she quirks her brows, demanding f
Irene:I just saw Nixie right now, it’s her! From her shining hair down to her shimmering silver eyes, and why in the hell is she running? Also, why in the hell does she have legs?The moment she starts running, I start to chase after her.“Nixie! Wait up!” I yell on top of my voice, panting heavily. It turns out Nixie can run really fast. Hurriedly she descends down the stairs and keeps running to the door that leads to the courtyard. My body is aching as I follow her, desperate for an answer.Just anything to explain everything that’s happening.Something starts happening to me, my legs are turning into jelly, the portrait behind me cracks with a heavy sound, the glass shatters to the floor, I freeze, I am able to hear the fast beating of my own heart.Breathing becomes hard as I gradually sink to the floor; the figurine on the table in the living room explodes with another thud, glasses flying up in the air.My powers, I am out of control again.‘Ora!’ I call my wolf shakily. ‘What
Iris:I spent a fucking year strapped in a hospital bed, eyes shut, and I couldn’t even move my fucking bones, so to whomever wished me dead, how do you like me now, jerks?I pour another bottle of wine into the glass and take a full gulp, letting the taste burn at the back of my throat, that is so worth it. I drop the bottle and glass back into the cabinet because apparently my roommate doesn’t like his house dirty. Also, he doesn’t drink that much, so he’s quite annoyed that I stuffed his cabinets with expensive bottles of pinot noir.I walk to the living room, everywhere is so fucking clean, not a single thing out of place, the plush sofas each has their own quilt draped over it, a vase of flowers placed on the coffee table. I hate to admit it but Tyler is a pretty decent guy, but seriously though, does this guy not get dirty?As always, the house is quiet. Tyler is always home, but damn you can never know, he’s always in his room, working.I stare at the scattered mail on the tabl
Elva:Books are my life; I think that is why papa is so adamant on marrying me off, he is worried that I will spend my whole life in a library without focusing on life’s greatest treasures, such as getting married to my fated mate or even attending the academy.I don't know if I even want to attend the academy, the entrance exam is in a few months, maybe I can study something related to potions or herbs, I have to talk to my sisters about that.I try to push everything away from my mind as my hands wander through the books lined in the shelves. I always have this feeling when I am in the pack’s library, it isn’t like the same in my old library, back in my father’s pack.It’s this feeling as though someone is here, in this very room. It’s really weird. I know the story of Anna, Enrique’s late sister; they said she loved to read and this was her favorite place. Sometimes, I wonder if she’s the one I am feeling in this room.I don’t believe in ghosts or that shit.I grab a blue hardcover
Tyler: “I am sorry, sir, but the rooms are all booked out today. There’s only one available room, do you mind sharing?” The receptionist fixes us with a gentle smile. Iris asks. “Really?” I look at Iris, her hands are tensed around the handle of her traveling bag, her knuckles are crimson red from tightening her hands too much and her cheeks are red from having too much wine in the airport. “Seriously, is there nothing you can do?” I ask, clearly irritated. I haven’t been myself since we boarded the plane to Italy, though we had the same seats. I wouldn’t even talk to her and kept on staring out the window. Now I really don’t want to share a room with her. “I am sorry, ma’am. It’s summer and people are really booking this hotel for summer.” She smiles, still holding out the key. Normally, we should have gone to stay at another hotel, but Enrique requested that we stay in the very hotel because the plant grows behind the hotel and we have to be careful if we don’t want to g
Gia:“Hey, Red.” I greet the frowning man in front of the door with a big bright smile, waving the Tupperware in front of his face. As expected, Typical Red grunts at me, oh well I have gotten used to his cold greetings and replies, Red doesn’t like me because Tyler beat the shit out of him, honestly I don’t even think that’s why he doesn’t like me, because Red is like a caveman and he doesn’t even like anyone.The darkness told me all about Red’s back-story and I feel pity for him, he had a rough start in life. Life is really cruel sometimes. While I was stuffing my face with chicken and making rude remarks at Tyler, some people like Red were going through a really hard time. Though, I hope that one day he will find someone who will make him happy.Which is why I spent the whole day making chocolate chip cookies since Tyler isn’t here to monitor me. I am happy that he’s off my back, even if it’s for a few days.I shove the Tupperware at Red, but he steps aside and rolls his eyes at
Irene:We both stumble to the floor, me gripping the knife, aimed at his neck. Dante’s on the floor, breathing raggedly, looking at me while sweating. “You are making a terrible mistake, Irene.” His voice comes out rough, tiny, almost scared.I want to laugh so badly, the almighty Dante acting scared. Good, he should be scared.I pin his wrists tightly and drive the blade into his shoulders, he howls painfully before kicking me off with a force that knocks the breath out of my lungs, my body hits the floor, the impact rattling my bones. The room starts to spin in my eyes and something starts surging through me.My powers, wild and uncontrollable. My chest claws painfully and the walls start to tremble, cracks spilling the wall. The pressure builds in my chest, shit. The house is going to collapse with everyone in it.We are all going to die, even on the floor, I see Dante crawling to the exit, clutching his bloody shoulders in pain. Fucking Coward.My legs feel like jelly as I try to
The Darkness:Red and I are waiting in the car, while Gia is in the hospital, she specifically told us not to come in. She’s still angry at me, not even saying anything to me.I don’t blame her though; second chances are rare for people like me. Earlier, I had met with the doctor who told me about the Primordial Wolf blood, and deciding to give Enrique has been entirely my decision.“Stay in the car, Red. I am going in.” I tell him, opening the door, but of course, Red trails behind me, hands tucked into his coat jacket. Together, we walk into the doctor’s office, and while everyone’s scared to see me, Enrique’s father yells the most at me.However, the moment I tell them I am here to transfer my blood, the room falls quiet. Gia stares up at me from her wet lashes, batting away the tears. Something squeezes inside me, seeing her cry like this, it does something to me.Finally, Enrique’s father says, “we don’t want your blood.” I raise my brows at him and his wife nudges him in the sho
Anna:Mama, papa and I are seated in the dining room, alongside Hunter and his wife, Linda. The atmosphere is gloomy as I pick on my chicken salad, for days now; I haven’t had that much of an appetite.Just yesterday, the weyr withdrew their dragons, and for some unknown reasons, the darkness sent the letter of withdrawal. Our pack is now war-free, but some damages were made to the buildings and of course, our pack suffered loss. The money that Hunter’s pack donated to us and our pack’s net worth is enough to fix everything in a month, but the true loss hangs with us all. The death of my beloved brother, Enrique.I have spent the past few days catching up with mama and papa, they have been the best supportive parents ever and even though I feel very bad about Enrique, they haven’t left me out of their sight.I push away the chair, feeling very bitter. “I will like to be excused from dinner,”Papa looks me in the eye, his eyes crinkling around the corner with concern; my stomach churns
Irene:I don’t know how many days have passed since I have been in this tiny cell. Whenever I am asleep, someone comes to take out the bucket, though I refuse to use that, my bowel is certainly paying for that. In the mornings, someone brings cold toast that tastes like sandpaper and in the evening all I get is cold pudding that tastes like it is made from the sewer.At first, I refused to eat any food, who knows if that motherfucker is poisoning me slowly? Besides, I want to relish in the fact that Dante doesn’t like to see the plates returned with the food intact. But after a while, I couldn’t take it anymore. I eat the food like my whole life depends on it, because, let’s be honest. It does.Oh. The lovely things I took for granted, what I will give to have a steaming bowl of rice or adobo, Linda has been making that Filipino dish for me and it tastes heavenly.I can’t tell night from day here, aside from the tiny light in the window, if nothing kills me here, then I am sure boredo
Rowena:“How could you?” I am yelling angrily at my parents, after finding out that they gave Red their armies in exchange for marriage, I have been fuming in anger. I rushed over here as soon as I could to tell them to withdraw the armies. “Because of your selfish decisions, countless people are dying in nightshade pack!”How was I so ignorant? Red told me that my parents were agreeing to our marriage because of the contract for the plant his pack grew, why did nobody tell me about the armies? They left me in the dark and plotted it secretly.The only worst thing than being insulted is being ignored.My parents are seated on the chair, staring at me as I yell and pace across the room. The omega comes in with a tray of a kettle. I keep quiet as she pours the tea into their teapot, when she offers me a cup, I politely decline and the moment she steps out, I resume yelling.“You are very inconsiderate.” My body is trembling and I know that any moment from now, I am going to break down a
Irene:It is as though it’s in slow motion, the moment when the dragon releases Enrique, I let out a loud squeal, my lungs burn, I don’t think I ever yelled like that before.I go to the edge of the bridge, planting my hands on the railing as I watch Enrique collide with the water, closing him up. It’s impossible to watch, tears are rolling down my eyes. I sink towards the floor, my body numb.“Enrique.” I mumble. This can’t be. He can’t die, right? He’s a Primordial Wolf, he can’t fucking die. But Primordial Wolves can die from drowning. Pure anger shimmers inside of me as I stand up. Anna is currently yelling at him, tears stinging her eyes. She’s not the only one feeling the loss of her brother. “You said you wouldn’t kill him! You went back on your promise. You are horrible.”“I never said otherwise.” He says calmly, turning towards Gia. “Let’s go.”She steps back, her posture wavering. “You killed Enrique, you fucking killed him!”He had no right to kill him; the darkness is suc
Enrique:There’s a saying that when you are dreaming and you blink, everything just disappears, actually no one says that but I can’t believe it.I blink.I stare.It’s her, my eighteen year old younger sister, Anna De Luca, dressed in black, holding a pistol and standing beside Dominic. My mother is the first person to rush forward, choking back tears.“Anna?” She calls out gently, attempting to hold Anna but one of the men tries telling her to back off, she grabs his hand and flips him towards the floor, everyone, excluding my father and I, gasps. There’s a reason my mother was a warrior.“Mama.” Anna smiles a bit, embracing my mother, my father joins and they embrace tightly, meanwhile I stand there, feeling completely stunned. When she finishes embracing them, we stare at each other and I know. It’s her. My younger sister, the one I named. The girl that destroyed nearly all slumber party with the boys, the girl that’s so fucking smart.I run towards her, and crash her into a tight
Irene:I wake up with a throbbing headache, the light from the window reflects on my face. It is weird waking up to a different room where there’s no scent of Enrique, the bedroom is cozy, but it isn’t home. The bed is soft, but there’s no warmth of him.The room is silent, I miss waking up to the rhythmic beating of his chest or his slow breathing beside me, there is no rustle of sheets, or his arm draped over mine or his gentle murmur in my ear.It’s funny because once upon a time, I always longed to wake up beside him, to hear his good morning, to catch him shirtless just shuffling around the bathroom, to see his toned muscles, to kiss him hungrily, those are the moments I craved for, but now, it just feels so lonely.A tear slides down my face and I wipe it away roughly, looking around. The room is plastered in soft beige colors, but what I miss is the vibrant colors of his warm amber eyes.Groaning, I sit up straight and check my phone, countless messages from Iris, Naya, Chiara,
Enrique:“Fix what you did.” Tyler growls, dropping a stack of heavy folders on my mahogany desk. “Else I quit as your beta, forever.”“I have every intention of fixing what I did.” I look up from my computer, before standing up. It has only been a few hours that Irene has left and I feel like utter shit. I even texted Hunter, asking for the progress of Irene, but dude won’t tell me, he says Irene needs her privacy, I just want to know if she’s alright. Fuck him.Tyler sighs when he looks at me. “Iris doesn’t want anything to do with me, just because you hurt her sister. She says she’s loyal to Irene; please just fix what you did.” He runs his hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. “I just want Iris back.”“And I want Irene back.” My sigh is much heavier; I walk towards the windows, pulling at the blinds. The flash of sunlight reflects in my face and I wince gently. Tyler joins me, though he’s frowning.“You are taking it too hard on yourself.” One hand rests on my shoulder, “