“Let’s start off with an easier question. Maybe then, you’ll be willing to answer me. What is your name?” I didn’t know whether or not the approach that I was taking now, was going to be the right one to take, but I was hoping for the best. Up until now, I had been receiving nothing more than cocky responses, and it was safe for me to say that I was not happy with it. Not even in the slightest. “Celia.” Even though her answer was rather blunt, I could not help but send a silent prayer of thanks to the moon goddess for this small mercy. I knew that it was important for me not to jump the gun, but it was something that I couldn’t help. I considered this to be a sign of hope. And even if I just kept her talking about the insignificant things, hopefully it would build up her trust in me and enable me to figure out what was going on outside of our pack borders. “Celia. That is a nice name, although you don’t look like a Celia to me.” “I get that a lot.” I had to admit that that was n
I stepped onto the grass outside of Gwens house, still feeling somewhat unsure about myself. There was no one out here, for one, so no one would see me hobbling about in my new form, but that did not really make me feel at ease. I knew that this was going to be an adjustment, but I hadn’t thought that it would be this much of an adjustment. I didn’t know how I had managed to open the front door, but I had done it, and that was how I had gotten out. Luckily, I had been able to avoid doing something as dramatic as breaking a window, or something similar. If I had a choice in the matter, I would have stayed inside, but I couldn’t. That voice that had been in the back of my head had a strange impact on me. It made me want to go outside and roam the entirety of the pack. I knew that it was quite unlikely that I would actually be able to do so, but that did not mean that I couldn’t try to do it. After all, there was no one who was going to stop me from doing it. Elijah was the only person
I couldn't deny the fact that I found it rather odd that Matthew was doing what he was doing. After all, he had his own responsibilities to attend to, yet, he was neglecting them in order to do what? To go for a run with me? It did not feel right. Even though I had already labelled the window as repaired, it still felt wrong that he was just choosing to leave everyone to their own devices. It was just one delta, but you could never be too sure. I did not want him to get in trouble for this later, because I had the feeling that Gwen would not be as accepting of what was happening as you would think her to be. After all, she was the one who was undoubtedly busy doing all of the hard work and going through all of the effort of interrogating that rogue - and I knew that it was not going to be an easy task. I had seen the way that the two of them had been riling one another up, the way that they had been pushing each other to the edge. I had no doubt in my mind that things were not going
When I had initially taken off, I had not even been surprised by the fact that I had left Matthew in the dust. I felt like it was almost intentional that I had done so, that I had deliberately ensured that I did not give him the opportunity to catch up to me. I did not know much about what our kind did when they did these kind of things, but I did know that there was usually a thrill in the chase. Even though I knew that it was only a matter of time before Matthew would catch up with me, but I did not feel a single thrill in regards to this. It felt like I was just running away from a pack member when I did not really want to do so. I decided that I was not going to entertain this. It was not what I wanted it to be, and therefore, it was useless for me to pour so much energy into it. I just wanted to get this over and done with, and from there on out, I would make sure that he knew when I wanted to be alone. It was the simplest solution that I could think of at this point in time. It
Even though I was somewhat frustrated with what had happened between Samantha and I, there had been a part of me that had known that it would happen. I didn’t know how to explain it, but the moment that I had suggested for us to do it, it had been practically impossible for me to think about anything other than the fact that I should not be doing it. I could predict that I felt like this because of one of two reasons, but there was no way for me to know for sure which of the two it was. Firstly, there had been a part of me that had been aware of the fact that Samantha was freshly shifted and it was not actually acceptable for me to be bothering her as soon as I had been. But it had almost felt as if that was something that did not apply in that particular situation, due to the fact that she had been the one who had come to us. I had interpreted it that she had wanted to come and see me - which might have been the first mistake that I had made. But the second possibility, was the one
It was safe to say that what I found when I opened the door to the interrogation chamber, was not even remotely what I had been expecting to find. I would be lying if I said that it turned out to be just another case that Gwen was cracking, because it was not. That was something that was obvious from my first glance, my first opportunity that I got to sum up the situation. I knew that I just needed to make sure that I wasn’t jumping to conclusions because that was something that would prove to be quite detrimental to what I hoped to achieve from my presence here. Gwen had turned to look at me when I had walked in and I felt like it was safe to say that she was far from happy to see me. I had to admit that I couldn’t blame her, because I just interrupted her process, but I wasn’t going to feel bad about it. I knew that if I did not include myself in this, then I was not going to get anywhere, and all of the information that Gwen had, she was going to keep to herself.“What are you doi
Telling Matthew that he could stay here, felt like it was going to be nothing more than a rather large mistake. I didn't want him to be here, because I did not want him involved in this matter. The fact that he had gone as far as threatening to tell Luke about what had happened, had been enough to make me question whether or not Matthew was one of the few who had been turned against Alpha Elijah. I knew that it was not right for me to jump to conclusions, but it felt like I couldn't help it, like it was out of my control. Before he had made that statement of his, there hadn't been so much as an ounce of suspicion in my soul, but now, I felt like it was the only thing that I could feel towards him. Even though my thoughts were running wild, even though they were practically wreaking havok, I was still able to remind myself that there were other matters at hand, that I could do something other than to think about the possible betrayal from Matthew. It was something that was easier said
I found myself standing outside Elijah's house, watching it from a distance and finding myself to be rather indecisive. I did not know whether or not I was supposed to go inside, or whether I was supposed to go back to Gwen's house. I knew that it would not really matter where it was that I went, because no one would be able to tell that that was where I was, but it was merely one of those things that I had no control over at the moment. The only way for that to change, was to wait it out. And whether I waited it out here, or in Gwen's house, I doubted that it would matter. As long as I was somewhere where I could be found, I doubted that it would be much of a problem. I wanted nothing more than to be able to shift back, and take a bath - I could feel the dirt between my toes and the sand in my fur, but I also knew that the chances of me being able to do that, were somewhat slim to none. I would need to wait until someone could explain to me how I was supposed to shift back. And unt