Alisa had flagged down a taxi that would take her back to the hospital after Jayden left, and as she sat alone in the back seat, she was constantly mopping her eyes with a handkerchief she had with her. She didn’t even understand why Jayden Wells leaving her hurt her so much, but it did. The windows of the taxi were shut, but the air conditioner was on, the taxi man seemingly concentrating on his driving. She was the only passenger, and it afforded her a kind of freedom to let her pain out. Her vision was already blurry, and she could see nothing but blurs of flashing lights of various neon colours that serenaded the nightlife. Something suddenly did not seem right, and the first was how fast the taxi seemed to be going. Alisa wiped her eyes again, and then looked around before it jumped out at her. The taxi driver had driven past the hospital. She reached over and touched him, but he made no move. “You have driven past the hospital, Sir,” Alisa said, her grip on his shoulder get
She heard it from a distance. Like the shattering of glass, and then the twisting of metal. And then the dark cloud over her lifted before a bright light came over her. “Alisa?” She heard a voice. “Mum, Dad? Are you here?” She answered despite all the confusion. She felt a finger graze her cheek, then move slowly to her eyes, wiping her tears. She blinked, and there was another cloud over her but this one seemed like it was here to protect her. “Alisa?” She heard her name again. The voice sounded familiar, and she blinked repeatedly for her vision to clear, and when it finally cleared, she could not believe it was who she thought it was. Why was Elliott Hansen here? He picked her up and held her in his arms, taking her gently out of the car. She looked around for the taxi driver and he lay still on the floor, blood oozing out of his head. “Thank you, Elliott.” She whispered amidst the haze and the ringing in her ears as she faded into oblivion. Her eyes blinked open in the h
He fell on another car, and rolled to the floor, feeling something crack in his anatomy. It would have killed him if he was human, but he was a werewolf, and he would be fine, so he got up once again and dashed across the road and into the woods, leaving behind the stunned drivers who had hit him. It caused a commotion, and everyone wondered who got hit by two cars and still had enough energy to run. Elliott stopped after running for forty yards and fell to the floor, his eyes rolling in his head. His human form was weak already, and his arm was bent at an unnatural angle. He also felt like his ribs were on fire, and so he lay down, waiting to heal. The memory of Alisa and Jayden’s kiss came into his head again. He lay down and screamed as loud as he could, the pain in his heart combining with the pain from his broken bones healing. This emotion was strong, and so he morphed into his wolf form, his golden brown fur gleaming in the moonlight, all his bones in place. He then broke i
Elliott was now in front of her, his hands gripping the bars between them. He was scary and looked like a wild animal, his hair ruffled up on his head and his eyes red. Was this what prison turned people to? She stepped back, but Elliott grabbed her arms.“I can forgive you, Alisa. Just tell me you love me. Tell me you love me more than you love Jayden. Kiss me and forget about him. Let’s behave like he never came into our lives.” Elliott said in a low tone.His grip on her arms was getting tighter, and they hurt. Plus, he was scaring her and she wanted to cry. She tried to pull away, but Elliott was holding her even tighter and trying to make her promise to love him. Right now, she was disgusted and had reached her limit.“I don’t love you, Elliott. Let me go. You’re acting like a child.” Alisa screamed. His hands were chafing at her skin with the force of his grip.“Let her go!” the guard ordered, and Elliott pushed her away with a shout.She was thrown backwards and almost crashed
For Alisa, things seemed to be going well.Kissing Jayden Wells made her feel loved and whole. She exhaled deeply when his lips parted from hers after their kiss in the hospital, and then she just leaned into him, her hands locked in his until she lapsed into a deep sleep, thanks to the painkillers injected into her body.When she woke up the next morning, she lay alone in bed, and it felt like a dream to her, so much so that she believed it was a dream until she turned and saw Jayden watching over her like a guardian angel. She still refused to believe her eyes and thought she was imagining until his hand took hers in his, and she felt complete once again, the same completeness she felt as they kissed the previous night.Jayden had made her promise him not to leave the hospital ward, and without Alisa’s knowledge, had called Stacy to come to surprise Alisa and spend time with her while he was at work, but naughty Alisa had sneaked out with Stacy to go see Johnny in his ward.His cond
Apart from Elliott, Jayden now had one more fear.And that fear stemmed from not having a definite answer as to if he still loved Avana the same way he did when she was alive.He still dearly loved her. He could not deny it, but it was never the same after he kissed Alisa. Before he met Alisa, Avana was so prevalent in his heart that he held full conversations with her in his head as though she was still with him, speaking to her and hoping she was listening. And seeing Avana in his dreams every night felt like a confirmation that she still loved him wherever she was.But since he met Alisa Grant, Avana became less and less real. She had never really died to him, but now she was becoming less alive, like a fading echo. Worse, since the night he kissed Alisa, he had not seen Avana in his dreams, and it disturbed him that it did not hurt him as much as he would have wanted it to.He felt like an experienced murderer, who had killed so many that killing no longer ripped apart his soul a
Jayden with his wolf hearing had heard Johnny gasp, and he could smell the boy’s fear of him.He wondered why the boy was so afraid of him, so much that he wished he could read his mind.In Johnny’s mind, the memories were coming in a haze to him. The bright and sunny day on the clear road as his parents drove on the tarmac.The confusion as he sat in the back seat with his father driving and his mother beside him when they saw the black car come straight at them from nowhere.They had all shouted, and Johnny shut his eyes when he saw the other car hit theirs. He heard so many sounds at the same time— a loud bang, tyres screeching, his parents shouting, and glass shattering.He was thrown back with force into the seat, and felt himself going unconscious, wondering if he was going to die and how Alisa who had been left behind at home would feel once she heard that they had died in an accident.He remembered himself waking up again, and his bloodied hands struggling to get out of the b
The room suddenly seemed too small and airtight for him. He was finding it hard to breathe. He could feel himself wanting to morph because of the strength of his fear.“I’ll get you the doctor,” Jayden said, and without waiting for a reaction from Johnny, turned out of the ward. He hurried his steps and walked past Alisa and Stacy in the waiting room.“Mr Wells?” Stacy called out, being the first to spot him, but he breezed past them without looking. Alisa had wanted to call his name too, but she sensed the urgency in his gait.“He might be busy, Stacy. Let us go.” Alisa said and felt a kind of pride because she thought she understood him.Jayden dashed out of the hospital and wanted to take his car as he felt his bones shifting in his body, but he changed his mind quickly, now horrified by the art of driving in itself. He walked on the roadside for the first time in years, taking long strides to nowhere in particular and taking deep breaths, trying to control his body’s morphing int