SOMA:
Should I be worried about the fact that he just said he has no spirit wolf? Or is he trying to pull my legs here? Definitely not the latter because we haven’t known each other enough to warrant him trying to play games with me in such an important circumstance like this.
Nothing about his expression says he was even attempting to joke around. He looked dead serious as I have always known him to be, although today, he has shown me more than one emotion to know he could also react to things like every other people.
I wasn’t going to allow the curiosity of wanting to know what he meant by that statement to eat me up so I ask, “What do you mean you don’t have a spirit wolf? Aren’t you a little older than eighteen?”
“I am..” he says instantly.
“How old are you then?”
“Twenty-four. Will be in s
SOMA:“Urggh,” I groan as I struggle to take off the right pair of shoe from my foot. The struggle to get it off me was real but I have no idea why it was this difficult. And just like that, with a little force, I end up ruining the pair by ripping it off my foot.I couldn’t say anything other than stare at the mess I’ve made. It was a total mess because there was no way in heaven’s name that I could use the pair again. Not even through a repair because the amount of tear it has on it was nothing to write home about.Maybe it is just me but everything around seems a little off point. More like not the way I roll kind of thing. Probably the reason I could not hold handle the pressure that cans with it which resulted in me being a little too extra.Relax your mind, I instruct myself mentally as I get up to my feet so I could take off my top and other things on me. Without
SOMA:Quick. Direct. Precise. That was how Mark’s response came to be. He didn’t beat about the bush. Didn’t even give me enough time to say any other thing before his quick response.I can’t be with Luis? Why would he say that in the first place? The awkwardness that fills the air has me sitting back down. I sit in a way that would make me look directly at him because there is going to be a lot to talk about.“And why can’t I be with him?” was the first question I throw at him to begin a mini-interview about the exclusive statement he made.“He doesn’t deserve you, Soma. That’s just what I know,”Is Mark already prepared for this or what? Just like his statement that brought about the present moment, his present response was also quick.“But you don’t even know him,” I claim.
LUIS:‘Fifty-six…’ and I go up for the next push up with sweat trickling down my arms. “Fifty-seven…” I mutter as I go down, coming up soon after. And then, ‘Fifty-eight…’The distraction from having a lot on my mind was making me get weary faster than I normally would while exercising. This was the third round of my hundred-a-go push-ups, and on a regular day, it would take until the fourth round before I get this weary. But I cannot seem to handle much of the pressure again.“Sixty-one..” I grit my teeth while calling out the newest number and then going in accordance with it. If I get through this round then it would be a miracle for me. Why can’t I just get these stupid thoughts out of my mind?And then my senses suddenly start to tingle but it does not stop me from what I am doing. The tingle wasn’t a call for dange
SOMA:“How many times do I got to tell you to knock before you enter, Cassie? I could be in the middle of something, you know,” I say to my indifferent sister who just barged into my office as usual. And just like how her timing is always wrong, I’m drowned in a lot of files to tend to, which means she is about to intrude upon my work.Cassie takes a seat across my desk, and I can tell from the way she is staring at me now that she is not going to give me a reaction that she cares that she just barged in on me working. Get used to her, Soma!“Pfft,” I can only scoff as I look down at the load of files in front of me ready to be worked upon. Or should I say to be continued?“What’re you doing?”“What do you want?” I choose not to respond to her question by throwing a question back at her in place.&ld
SOMA:Cassie has frustrated me to the core. And there was no doubt about how it has already eaten me up that I have to give in to her demand about telling her what is supposedly going on between Luis and me.I stand up to my feet just so I could avoid the stare that comes with her ‘I knew it’ attitude. She hasn’t done it yet, but I know she would eventually so it was better I avoid it now.My back was already turned against her when she speaks: “So, he’s truly your mate and not one of your flings?”The question has me turning to look at her in bewilderment. What does she make of me? A hoe?“Why would you even say that?” Disgust is coiled around my tongue when the words get out of my mouth.“Because I know you like the back of my palm,”“Since you claim to know me well, have
SOMA:“Mark!” I knock on the door so hard as I call the attention of the supposed person behind the door. “Mark! Open up. I know you’re in there,”Another knock follows before I decide to wait for a long time to see if he would answer the door. It was fruitless because there was no response at all. What I do next instead is to put my ear to the door so I could listen in to the activities going on inside the apartment. However, nothing distinct came from that too.“Mark, if you do not open this door now, I’ll break it down... and I mean it!” I threaten more out of frustration than annoyance. The dude was in there and there was no doubt about that because his scent was strong.I still have my ear carefully placed on the door when it suddenly opens, almost sending me tripping over in the process. ‘Son of a...’ I growl at Mark who just slid the
SOMA: “Hello... am I on to Luna Hailey?” My breath hitches from how nervous I am. Even my hands are shaking, especially my right hand that has my phone directed towards my ear. This should be easy, shouldn’t it? “Yes, you are. And who am I speaking with?” came the voice from the end of the line. Definitely a female’s voice which has a lot of hesitation coupled with it. Yeah, it would be weird for someone unfamiliar to call me while mentioning the title I own in my territory that should be kept confidential. “Uhm, this is Soma Walters. From the Blood Crescent pack.” I respond, and the brief silence that ensues after has me tapping my fingers on the desk in front of me. “Soma Walters? The Alpha?” “Yes, it’s me.” was my affirmative response while nodding alongside. Immediately, familiarity comes with the tone of the recipient a
SOMA:It’s a totally different environment that I find myself in. And it’s just days after I put a call through to Hailey, Alpha Tyrone’s mate, about coming into the Dark Moon pack for sightseeing with my sister. At the moment, it is what I am doing while walking about with Hailey as my guide. Our guide, I must say, because I am not doing this alone. Cassie is here with us.I have lost count of the number of paths we have gone through on this almost sunny day of the weekend. This weather was more like a mix because we are caught up in the middle of summer and winter.The only reason why I haven’t found this boring in any way is because of Hailey’s constant talks and explanations about the things around the pack that was hardly any of my interest. Still, I have to contribute one or two things to make it seem I was following up with the ongoings despite my mind being elsewhere most of the time