Y A N A“I love you.”The words are enough to freeze me, but what nearly stops my heart is the look that Mikhail is giving me right now.Full of softness. Full of care. Full of what looks like longing.“Mikhail,” is the only thing I can say, which is pathetic because god knows I want to say more. He slowly lets his hands drop, releasing me and leaving me with a bereft feeling. To shake it off, I just decide to drive. “Where do we go?”Fuck. I’m messing this up by averting the topic.“Take me home,” he says simply, looking relaxed and not at all bothered.Throughout the ride, none of us speak. I just take him to his house like he requested. But as I park right in front of the wonderful home, I just decide that I need to say something. Anything to address the situation.I know that he probably doesn’t mind. It doesn’t look like he wants to talk about it now, but still I say, “We can talk about it if you want.”He turns to me. “Do you?”I nod.“Then come with me.”With that, he climbs ou
M I K H A I LThe moment my teeth sank into Yana’s neck, I knew I messed up. Or something messed up. Because I don’t have the slightest clue why I did that and why it came to me to just do it.Yana gasps, but for some reason she doesn’t react negatively. As we both ride down our highs, she just starts to relax under me, holding up a hand to touch my face before eventually going limp.At first, I thought I might have done something bad to her. I check her neck for blood or for any bad marks, but there’s nothing there. Just smooth skin.She relaxes, and with that, she starts to breathe deeply and evenly. I realize then that she has fallen asleep.I roll over beside her, cradling her in my arms. I hate that the sweet moment between us is now tainted by whatever the hell I just did, and I hate that I have to worry about that instead of just basking in the moment and enjoying what just happened.I look at Yana’s face, and it’s so peaceful. It’s almost like she didn’t notice, or like it nev
M I K H A I L"What does that mean?" I ask, my gaze traveling from Uncle Amos to Evan, who both look like they want nothing to do with anything I'm going through. "What do I do?""It means that she will be your slave forever," Uncle Amos says after a beat. "It means that she is under your control, and she will bow to every single thing you do. Whether you like it or not."I know that he's not lying. I know that something like this has been done before, and that's why he knows and is telling me now.But the denial I feel in my veins is impossibly strong. Not only do I not believe it, I don't want to believe it. I simply refuse to recognize that I messed up Yana's life just by biting her in the neck.I hate it.I hate myself for it.I don't even want to begin to think of what I did, the extent of damage that I did."But it can't be that bad," I whisper. "Surely it can't be like that. Surely there has to be a way."Uncle Amos just looks at me sadly. "We will try, but we will have to see.
Y A N AI wake up with a jolt, and my heart beats inside my chest loudly, making me clutch it as though I’m holding on for dear life. I sit up, and when I look around I notice that I’m all alone, with the apartment dark and empty.Fear strikes my heart. Memories from the dream are still playing in my head.What the hell was that?I mean, I’m not dumb. I know that the whole thing was just a figment of my tired brain. Like . . . people that are monsters? People that eat other people? Sure, that might be a thing before or perhaps other people are still practicing it, but does that include Mikhail? I think not. It’s absurd and it’s dumb as hell.But why does it seem so real?Why can’t I let go of the feeling that it’s actually connected to all the things I’ve seen before?I shake my head, rubbing my eyes and forcing myself to snap out of it. That’s when I see the note at the nightstand saying that Lily is out for the night, and Jason is already sleeping.I can’t believe I slept for so lon
M I K H A I LMy blood freezes. "No. Don't do that."But all the dread and the warning in the world can't stop Kingsley from feeling the urge that I know too well: doing harm.Normally, it passes when I remind him that it's never a good thing to do, that it's something that would only get us in trouble and not lead to anything good. He would understand immediately and know that even though we have the most power, we are also the most vulnerable.Lycans have been dwindling for centuries. Our population just . . . refuses to grow the way it used to, the way it should. It's almost like the world itself wants us to be gone, which I know is something that scares us a lot.But finishing off Humans to get the upper hand is not what we're here for."Back off, Kingsley," I warn him as I feel his aggression starting to rise. “Do not do this.”“Why not?” he just asks, his voice almost crooning, almost like he wants to tease and taunt me. “Why not do the very thing that we are born to do?”With t
M I K H A I L My heart jumps in my chest. Immediately, the first thought that enters my mind is that one night where I met trouble the same way as now. I keep thinking to myself that at least this time, I will be prepared. I ready myself, prepared to attack in case the shadow comes any closer, but then the door behind me opens. I glance behind me, seeing Yana exiting into the balcony. “You shouldn’t be here,” I blurt out, causing her to look hurt, but when I look back at the space by the beach where the figure was standing, it was no longer there. I face Yana again. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. . . .” “That’s alright,” she says in a fairly light tone, but I know that she’s hurt by what I said.”I just want to know if everything is okay.” “Yeah,” I say, then I shake my head. “Not really, no.” I expect her to tell me she will be leaving then and I would not blame her at all if she decides to do so, but to my surprise, she just winds up behind me and hugs me from t
Y A N A The next few days are wonderful, which are not expected at all. After the incident in Mikhail’s house, we became closer than ever. Every day for the past week, he dropped by the apartment to bring flowers and food for me and my friends, as well as the workers who are still trying to fix all the damages done to the apartment. But yesterday, it was time to go. “I really wish it didn’t have to be this way,” Deborah told me as she watched us load all of our stuff into the truck. “Is there no chance of you staying?” As she said that, she was also wiping some very fake, very dry tears from her heavily done eyes. I wanted to roll my eyes but I stopped myself. We all knew that the only reason she didn’t want me to leave was because she got some pretty fat checks from Mikhail, who was also there while we were preparing to move. Instead of walloping Deborah like I so badly wanted to, I just smiled at her and patted her back. “I don’t think there is a chance for that, but we might b
Y A N ANeedless to say, I forgot everything when Dad called my name. The sly, evil part of me wants to pretend like nothing happened and move on, but the more humanized part of me wants to wait and see.And when I notice the hopeful expression on Dad’s face, I immediately feel my humanized side winning by a landslide.A strong urge to hug him overtakes my body, but then I remember how Margot’s birthday went and the things he said to me. I especially can recall in great detail how he basically ignored everything I had to say and still ended up comparing me to Gwen despite me telling him that I didn’t like it, word by word.I can feel my face turning sour, and that makes Dad stop in his tracks, his face contorted with caution and confusion.I hate seeing the confusion on his face. It’s almost like he still doesn’t know what the hell he did wrong and that bothers me.Like, come on. I told him as clearly as I could that I hated it when he always compares me to Gwen. For the first time in
M I K H A I LThe aftermath of what I can confidently call a war was almost . . . calm. There were no notable ups and downs, but I couldn’t really say there were no hard emotions involved. I guess what I could say about it is that it is subdued. Quiet. Defeated.We are the winners, my family and I. And yet victory is not something that we feel.Because today is the burial of Uncle Amos, and we have to remind ourselves once again that someone we considered our family has betrayed us and died in the process.But of course, we all know that the pain and fresh betrayal and perhaps even guilt that my parents and I are all feeling right now is nothing compared to what Evan is feeling.After Yana and I kissed in the hallway a week ago, I went to see Evan. He was in the morgue, crying over his dead father’s body, which was in the other side of the place being embalmed. We couldn’t see the process, only some views of it through the little window on the door.He turned to me abruptly when I wen
M I K H A I LI let go of Uncle Amos, only letting the tips of my sharp teeth graze his neck and not letting things get too far.I realize that I may have proven him right by doing that. He called me a coward, and perhaps I really was, because I have the chance to kill him right now and I'm still struggling with the morality of it all even though he never stopped to consider that for me or my family.What am I doing? How can I do this? How do I finish this fight?I hate this. I hate this so much. I hate that I have to do it, I hate that it is the only thing that would keep Uncle Amos from causing more harm. I hate that I’m the one who has to stop him . . . permanently.And most especially, I hate that after everything he’s done to me and everyone I care about and love, I still have some amount of respect and love left for him.Needless to say, I should be as cold as him now. I should be able to take him out without feeling an ounce of remorse. I know everything he did now. He basicall
Y A N AEvan moves quickly and seizes my wrists with one hand as though binding me, pushing me against the wall. I yelp and gasp, looking at him with my gaze full of questions.He shoots me a meaningful look and I immediately get that this is all for show. He's trying to make it look like he's trying to subdue me.It would make a pretty convincing narrative, I have to admit. It would look like I somehow managed to escape from my bonds and my cell just to wreck the princess up and end up killing her. The story might crack if they realize that I'm just a weak human with no special abilities whatsoever, but at least it would do for now.To add to the credibility of it all, Evan turns to the warriors and says, "I got it under control, everyone."They hesitate, and I can see their eyes flitting from him to me and to the princess, who's clearly gone.The warrior in the front who I assume is the leader steps forward. "What happened here?""She managed to get out of her chains and out of her
M I K H A I LWithout hesitation, I pull back, clench my fist, and break out of the chains that are binding me to the wall.The needle in my arm breaks, spilling the hissing formula of the wolfsbane potion everywhere, causing it to burn holes in the actual concrete. I step on it, not caring at the small sting that it causes, not caring about anything much at all except for my parents’ safety.Strength is flowing in my body like a lush river, endless and loud and raging. I face Uncle Amos, who is watching me without a clear expression on his face. But when he sees me breaking the bars of the cell with my bare hands, he smiles.“You coming to hurt me, nephew?” he asks tauntingly. “Are you going to kill me? Because I bid you good luck for that.”With that, he rushes towards me with no warning, his fists already clenched. I have to admit that I didn’t anticipate his speed at all or any kind of grace from him, so I don’t manage to parry the punch that he lands against my face.My head sta
Y A N AIt's strange seeing Evan again, even though it's barely been a full day since we last saw him. Even as I stare at him now, I can't believe he's actually here.Evan holds out his hand to me, reaching through the gaps like Sienna did. "Can you reach me?"The answer is, I can. I can definitely reach him and take his hand if I want to. The only problem is that I don't. I don't want to touch him.I don't want to trust him.I remember his father and how he attacked Mikhail like it was nothing, despite Mikhail seeing him as his father. I remember how he almost killed me. Also, I don't know if I'm hallucinating or what, but I do remember him saying that his son was involved in the whole thing somehow.Now, I can't see Evan the way I used to. I know he helped us through it all and even warned us, but I can't shake off the idea what maybe he was involved in everything somehow. Like actively involved.Hell, for all I know, he just set up a trap for us so his father could take me and Mikh
M I K H A I LI have no body.I can’t feel anything physical. The only thing I have now is my consciousness, and even that is waning in and out of focus. One moment, everything is dull and muted, then the next, everything feels sharp. Sometimes too sharp. So sharp that it hurts, even though I have no physical form to experience that pain.I’m surrounded by an endless sea of black. Nothing in the distance, nothing up close. Just a whole lot of nothing. I want to inhale and feel the air in my lungs, but I don’t know how to do that.Slowly, memories of what happened start to come back to me.I remember having a great night with Yana. I remember waking up with her. I remember the peace in my heart knowing that I will be with her like that, safe and warm and loved, but all of that gets shattered the moment I heard Evan calling.And the call was late. They were already there.What I didn’t expect was that the whole thing would be led by Uncle Amos, who I’ve confided in and looked up to. Eve
M I K H A I LMy body freezes when I hear those words. I look at Uncle Amos, wondering if I’m hearing everything correctly. I feel like I’m in a bad dream, and everything is going downhill.The only thing I want to do right now is get away from here with Yana, to save her from all of this because she doesn’t deserve it. However, there seems to be no way out. The Lycans are all over the property, and the car is still too far away for us to access.“You can let me take over,” Kingsley says to me, and I know that he won’t let me down, but I don’t want to scare Yana. I also know that I’m outnumbered.And if Amara’s ability is also present in these Lycans, I might not stand a chance. I would definitely end up risking Yana’s life, and I would not forgive myself for that. This in itself is already tough to swallow. I can’t live with myself if something happens to her because of me and with me present.Uncle Amos stares at me, tilting his head as he tries to understand my expression. Somethin
M I K H A I LI lean back against the couch, watching Yana catch her breath as the fabric of her suit falls limply down her shoulders. Something about how the light slants against her smooth skin and lights up her eyes is making me want to pounce on her and have her screaming my name under me, but I relax, taking in her beauty.I lift my hands, touching her softly, just tracing the tips of my fingers over her skin. I can feel goosebumps forming. I can feel her shivering. I can see her pleading with her eyes, but I don’t hasten my pace.“Do you want me?” Yana whispers.“Very much, yes.” I lean in and plant an almost chaste kiss on her collarbone. “I’ve wanted you like this for so long. . . .”“Then have me. Take me.”Smiling, Yana takes both of my hands and puts them on her breasts, using the tactic of using my hands to pleasure herself again. She flicks over her nipples, gently tugging and twisting them with my fingers. She moans, closing her eyes and throwing her head back when I sta
Y A N A"What?" I blurt out, a little too loudly.Evan hisses under his breath and steps forward, clamping his hand over my mouth. "I said, we will be crashing the wedding. It's going to happen tomorrow. If we get lucky now and we don't encounter any problems, we can do it today. Understood?"I nod frantically, wishing I can ask what kind of trouble we can encounter here and what all of this means, but I know that time is precious. Besides, every second he spends here is a second too long and an obvious risk. If he gets caught here, then the mission is dead.However, I just have to ask him one question. Something that's been bothering me since he showed up."Evan?" I whisper against his hand. When he raises his eyebrows, I ask, "Why does it seem like you're working against your father?"A pause, and then he says, "That's because I am."“Do you know what happened to him?” I ask again, deciding to just screw it. I might as well just know what happened to that man. “Is he . . . a bad per