Arthur packed up his books, his homework done now that I had spent the last half an hour helping him with it. It had been rather awkward doing so here, but there was nothing that I could do about it at this point in time. I could only hope that things would get better and that this feeling would pass, because it wasn’t pleasant. And as much as I wanted to pretend that it was purely because of where we were, I knew that it was not. There was a lot more to consider than just our surroundings. As it turned out, Elijah had been busy making lunch when he had been in the kitchen, and thankfully, he hadn’t insisted on us all eating together and at the same time. There was a lot that I could manage, but that wouldn’t have been one of them. It would have been uncomfortable, and the sandwich that had actually been nice, would have tasted like cardboard. Arthur was still packing his books away, and I decided that I would take the plates to the kitchen. That way, I would be able to find out fro
It was only after Samantha and Arthur had left, that I started to question whether or not I had made the right decision by allowing them to leave on their own. I knew that there was no threat from inside of the pack, but that did not mean that it was entirely safe for them to leave, either. I was sitting on the sofa right now, but it didn't change the fact that I felt like I was about to run out of the front door at any moment now, to go after them. I needed to make sure that they were alright. But even thouh I had this desire, I knew that I could not give in to it. I needed to stay aware of the fact that it would only be a matter of time before the pack would be able to pick up on all of this, and it wouldn't get us anywhere. Samantha needed to get used to being on her own, because she needed to learn her way around the pack. And the only way for her to do that, would be to allow her to wander around on her own. If she did end up getting lost, then it would not be the end of the wo
When the warning had shifted through the pack link, there had been a few things that I had realised I needed to do in the next few moments, and I knew that Arthur had made the exact same conclusion - after all, he would have been able to hear the warning as well. Something like that couldn't just be blocked out like it was nothing. We didn't know what the procedure was in this pack, but we did know what the procedure was in our old pack, and following that was better than doing nothing. It meant that I would have to separate myself from Arthur, but unfortunately, there was nothing that I could do about it. "You need to go inside, and you need to find a good place to hide until mommy or daddy come home. Alright?" "But what if it isn't mommy or daddy who comes home?" My heart was thumping wildly in my chest, and I couldn't help but feel like this was the wrong question to ask me. It was making it so much harder for me to turn around and leave. What was I supposed to say to him? What
I didn't know how long I stayed there, alone and wondering where Elijah was. It was something that had occupied my mind the entire time, but there had been nothing that I could have done about it. I couldn't even go and look for him, because I wouldn't have gotten anywhere. As much as I wanted to pretend that all of this was alright, I knew that it wasn't. It was far from alright, and the longer that Elijah stayed away, the more worried I became. He was the Alpha, and I knew that it was likely that he was attending to the problem, but that did not mean that I was not worried. What if something happened to him and I was going to be forced to stay here and wait until someone finally managed to think about telling me? I knew that it wasn't exactly the thought process to follow, but there was nothing that I could do about it. It was something that was just going to keep happening, regardless of what I tried to tell myself. That was something that I was sure of. But it seemed like there
My question had been a direct one, one that deserved a straight and honest answer. But if I had to make an educated guess, I would say that Elijah was trying to think of something to say to me, and chances were that it would be a lie. The mere thought of it happened irked my nerves, making me feel like I was starting the journey to losing my temper. I didn't want to be the one who was being put subject to all of this, but it was like he was leaving me with no choice. But I would wait until he said something, and then I would take it from there. After all, that was all that I could actually do. It would not help for me to jump to conclusions just yet, as there was still a chance that he would deny everything the moment that I confronted him on it. I just hoped that he did not plan on taking ages to answer me, because that was just going to make the way that I was feeling, so much worse. I could tell by the expression on his face, that he was at a loss for words. I didn't know how to e
Guilt ripped through me like a tidal wave, and I could not help but feel like I had been too harsh on Samantha. But it was too late for me to feel this way now. I had already sent her away, and if I had to take a guess, I assumed that it would take a lot more than an apology to get her back here. I could hear her taking the steps two at a time, clearly as determined to get away from me as I had been to get rid of her. And suddenly, the hunger that had been eating at me a few moments ago, was gone, replaced by a hollow feeling in my chest. I knew, without a doubt, that any food that I bothered to make now, would go to waste. And I would be bound to get a lecture for it from the Omegas, so I decided to do the only reasonable thing that was left for me to do, the only thing that could possibly keep me busy long enough to make me forget about the foolish possibility of going to Samantha's room and talking to her about what happened. I knew that she wouldn't be happy with that. I knew it
I laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, feeling like I had already memorised the locations of all of the indents and imperfections on it. I had lost track of what the time was, and I didn't actually want to take the time to check either. I knew that it would only wake me up more, and where was that going to get me? Absolutely nowhere. I was already making things difficult by laying here with my eyes open instead of closing my eyes and doing something as foolish as counting sheep to get myself to sleep. If someone were to hear the way that I was talking to myself, they would be bound to think that I was crazy. And maybe I actually was... Or I was just on the way there. But that did not matter, for the facts remained the same. After my encounter with Elijah, I had fulfilled my instructions and I had done what I had needed to do to go to bed. I had used up as much hot water as I possibly could have when I had gone to bath, although, I doubted that it had as much of an effect on him a
Just as I had been expecting, I was nothing short of being exhausted when I woke up the next morning. Every fibre of my being screamt at me for staying awake as late as I had last night, and my encounter with Jace hadn't helped one bit. On the contrary, I believed that it had kept me awake for much longer than I would have been. Maybe I was wrong, but I did not think that I was. But there was no use in crying over spilt milk. It wouldn't get me anywere. I just needed to focus on making it through the day and then take it from there. Maybe if I was lucky, I would be able to take a nap, but I knew that that was something that I would not be able to bank on just yet. I would need to use my energy sparingly because if I was burnt out by the time that lunchtime rolled around, I wouldn't even manage with the walk home. And I wasn't just saying all of this for the sake of it, I was saying it because I knew myself, and I knew what I was capable of and what I was not. This was one of those si