SASHAI’m staring at Caleb, annoyance screaming at him from my eyes as I wield a sword for the hundredth time; it seems. He woke me up at 4:00AM this morning, on a Sunday, the one and only day he usually lets me sleep in, but not today, oh no, not today. Today it seems that Mr grumpy pants has decided to continue his cruel assault on me after what happened in his room last night. Still, instead of talking it out, he’s decided to take out his built-up anger on me with a sword; great. He’s been exceptionally bad-tempered this morning, more than his usual broody self, and that’s saying a lot. After going down to the kitchen with Atlas last night, things started off with us quietly sitting opposite one another and eating Lasagne leftovers from the party. Still, by the end, we ended up finding a tub of rocky road ice cream and a bottle of champaign before plonking ourselves down on the floor around the corner out of sight in case anyone came looking for something and ended up finding
SASHAThey haven’t moved; ever since Asher’s accusation, both Caleb and Asher are staring hard at each other; neither one willing to pull back, and now I’m the one standing half in between them like a referee to make sure they don’t actually kill each other. “Okay, so are we just going to stand staring each other down all day, or are we actually going to get to the bottom of this?” Looking from Caleb to Asher, the tension in this room is suddenly suffocating. “There’s nothing to get to the bottom of; he killed my father; he deserves to die for it; it’s that simple.” Asher’s words are hard and cold as he glares at Caleb, and Caleb only narrows his eyes back at him, but he doesn’t say a word. It’s as if recognition of memory has hit home with him; I can see it in his eyes; it’s true, he killed Asher’s father, now the only thing I need to figure out is why. “Caleb?” I say, turning my attention towards him, “Is this true? Did you kill his father?” And for the first time, I see uncertainty
'I can remember my father being so angry, him telling me something was wrong with me. The first time I shifted into my wolf, I was so happy, but when my father saw that I had a white wolf, he told me I would never be able to shift in front of anyone besides him or my brother.'~A week has passed, but the heaviness in my heart remains. Despite being told I'm free to leave at any time, I can't shake this suffocating feeling of being trapped in this place.Let's rewind to the moment when I made that heart-wrenching decision, one that changed everything a week ago. The moment I ran through that portal, leaving Wolf behind, tearing myself away from the only man I'll love for all eternity.Deep down, I knew running was the only way to do it. My heart pounded, my wolf howled, urging me to turn back, but I had to be strong. I had to free him from the entrapment caused by my existence.The decision weighed heavily on me, and it still does.SASHAMy soul felt like it would shatter, but I press
SASHAI keep feeling this steady thumping sensation against my body. My eyes are closed as I moan, and for a brief moment, I imagine being back home in my bed with Wolf.A small smile suddenly creeps up at the corners of my mouth as I lean into the feeling, but the moment I breathe in the scent, I’m instantly awake; that’s not Wolf.My eyes fly wide open, and I’m suddenly looking straight up at Noah; my brain is trying to move a mile a minute, and it all comes rushing back to me. The portal, me vomiting, I must have blacked out.Noah has me in his arms, holding me tight against his chest, bridal style, as he keeps walking forward. Wriggling slightly in his hold, Noah’s eyes instantly lower to mine, lifting an apologetic brow at me, the corners of his mouth turn into a grin.“Yeah, maybe traveling through portals isn’t heavy for us because we’ve done it all our lives.” And I want to smirk at him, roll my eyes, and say something like, “Ya think?” But I decided against it and instead loo
SASHAI must have cried myself to sleep. The moment Noah left, all I could think about was Wolf, how badly I wanted to break this curse that had him bound, how desperately I wanted to be in his arms and feel his strong embrace wrap itself around me while he reassured me that it is going to be alright.But right now, all I feel is insignificant, small in a world that feels like home but isn’t. I feel like the outsider here, not belonging back at Erebus; I’m the broken wolf with a witchy side, but I don’t really feel like I belong here either, so where do I belong...With Wolf, wherever that is, that’s where I belong, I finally tell myself. Because he is my mate, and there is nothing I wouldn’t do for him.What I thought would be a day turned into a week of waiting; I was slowly losing my mind. There was one day this week when I didn’t see anyone at all; it was the day of Kris’s funeral.I had to stay in my room, no scratch that. I was locked in my room by orders of King Ronan himself,
SASHAAnother week has gone by, and I’m locked away in this room, awaiting the inevitable. I’m losing my goddam mind; I can’t take this anymore. If Ronan plans on killing me, then just kill me already. Stop prolonging it; it’s torture. Waiting is far worse. It’s like my mind keeps putting together different scenarios of how I’m going to die: not being able to break the curse, never seeing Wolf again, feeling like a failure, and not knowing how to undo what happened a week ago.Looking down at the wolf cuffs around my wrists, I slowly clench my fists, my wolf shimmering behind my eyes. She’s losing it, pushing, clawing in desperation to get out, to get to her mate. She doesn’t understand; to her, this is the worst kind of torture.Circen hasn’t been allowed in my room, by orders of Ronan. Of course, he’s trying to get me to go insane.No one is allowed to come inside my room, no one except one guard and one maid once a day. I get fed three meals a day, my linen and towels changed daily
SASHA“A party?” I suddenly choke out in surprise as she pushes past me; strolling into my room, she’s clutching onto a boom box. Circen suddenly turns to waggle her eyebrows at me with a cheeky grin creeping up at the corners of her mouth.“When the King’s away, the kids get to play.” I’m suddenly blinking back a confused look at her response. I’m about to say something when Liam and Noah suddenly appear in my room carrying two crates. Giving them both a questioning look, I can’t hide the sudden shock on my face,“Wait, is that alcohol?” Grinning from ear to ear, Noah suddenly gives me a teasing sideways wink,“You don’t miss much, do you?”When Circen pulls me closer to the open rug beside the fireplace and gestures for me to join them, I suddenly feel incredibly nervous about whatever they have planned. Looking up at Noah, adding another three logs to the already lit fire, my eyes slowly drift to Liam, sitting on the other side of Circen, flicking through what I can only assume to
SASHAI’ve been standing in front of him for the last few minutes contemplating whether or not to poke the bear; Atlas passed out on the couch after downing his umpteenth drink of choice.He was pissed over me not telling him about Ronan coming to see me, but what I said when he put me on the spot got to him when I told him the fabricated lie about Noah and me.Noah reassured me that I didn’t need to worry, that Atlas wouldn’t do anything to him. But honestly, after seeing the look in his eyes and how he was glaring at Noah, I couldn’t help but feel concerned and worried.Circen and Caleb were the first to leave here after quite a few drinks; dark and mysterious, he does seem to have a lighter side to him, it seems, not by much, but I saw a smile under that hooded veil of hair covering his face.The moment he scooped Circen up onto his back, he even chuckled, albeit it was still a dark chuckle that would otherwise scare the crap out of anyone who didn’t know him, but at least he’s not
SASHAThey haven’t moved; ever since Asher’s accusation, both Caleb and Asher are staring hard at each other; neither one willing to pull back, and now I’m the one standing half in between them like a referee to make sure they don’t actually kill each other. “Okay, so are we just going to stand staring each other down all day, or are we actually going to get to the bottom of this?” Looking from Caleb to Asher, the tension in this room is suddenly suffocating. “There’s nothing to get to the bottom of; he killed my father; he deserves to die for it; it’s that simple.” Asher’s words are hard and cold as he glares at Caleb, and Caleb only narrows his eyes back at him, but he doesn’t say a word. It’s as if recognition of memory has hit home with him; I can see it in his eyes; it’s true, he killed Asher’s father, now the only thing I need to figure out is why. “Caleb?” I say, turning my attention towards him, “Is this true? Did you kill his father?” And for the first time, I see uncertainty
SASHAI’m staring at Caleb, annoyance screaming at him from my eyes as I wield a sword for the hundredth time; it seems. He woke me up at 4:00AM this morning, on a Sunday, the one and only day he usually lets me sleep in, but not today, oh no, not today. Today it seems that Mr grumpy pants has decided to continue his cruel assault on me after what happened in his room last night. Still, instead of talking it out, he’s decided to take out his built-up anger on me with a sword; great. He’s been exceptionally bad-tempered this morning, more than his usual broody self, and that’s saying a lot. After going down to the kitchen with Atlas last night, things started off with us quietly sitting opposite one another and eating Lasagne leftovers from the party. Still, by the end, we ended up finding a tub of rocky road ice cream and a bottle of champaign before plonking ourselves down on the floor around the corner out of sight in case anyone came looking for something and ended up finding
SASHAI can’t believe that Circen managed to pull me away from studying Necromancy and Evocation for this, a compulsory masquerade ball in honour of Ronan’s birthday. Sighing, I’m suddenly standing near the hall entrance, scanning around to see if I can spot Circen and Noah anywhere; those two have been inseparable since they completed their mate bond. I’m about to turn around and leave when I suddenly feel his warm breath against the back of my neck, “Why, in the name of fuck, would you wear a sinfully looking dress like that?” His voice is low and deep, commanding my attention when he speaks. Smirking, I turn around, only to be met with Caleb’s eyes staring down at me through his black masquerade mask. “Well, look at you, a black-on-black tux for the occasion. Wearing your usual dark and dangerous look tonight, I see.” Wrapping his arm around my waist, he suddenly pulls me to his hard chest before dipping his head beside my ear. “How’s the studying going tonight?” Smirking, I slowl
SASHAThere’s pain, so much pain... I can see him, feel how the claws of the rogue slice through his chest; he’s fighting back, strength erupting and rippling through his muscles in waves, but it’s not enough; he can’t shift into his wolf, and the next blow takes him down, and all I can do is scream as I watch him die. Gasping myself awake, my rapid breathing slowly begins returning to a normal rhythm; it was just a dream; it’s not real. Wolf is still alive; gripping onto the pendant around my neck it's the only thing helping me to calm down now; knowing that he’s got the other half of this kind of helps me still feel connected to him somehow. But still, it felt so real. I saw Wolf being attacked by a rogue, and he could not defend himself and protect our pack, all because I took too long to get back. Taking in a slow breath, I let it out as my eyes lift up to suddenly be met with a stern hard look; startled, I’m blinking back the surprise in my eyes as I watch his jaw clenched tight,
SASHASlowly waking up to the sound of pure amplification of someone playing a tune on an electric guitar, I don’t even have to guess; I know it’s Caleb. Even with him playing as quietly as possible, and trust me, I never thought it possible for someone like him to do this, the sound is still crystal clear instead of muffled. The song he’s playing is something I’ve heard before, but I don’t know the name of it. Taking a slow breath, I turn my head toward where I can hear the song being played when my eyes suddenly land on Caleb. He’s right beside me, seated on the bed and resting against the wall behind him; his knees are drawn up as the guitar rests against his chest, his eyes are closed as his brows furrow with every note he pulls, and I can’t help but feel lost in this moment, a raw glimpse into his soul as his darkness reveals something so beautiful and broken. He must notice that I’m awake, even though I haven’t said anything; opening his eyes and looking down at me, he continues
SASHA “What do you want, Sasha? Do you want me to stop?” His breath is fanning my lips, his one hand right on my hip while the other holds my wrists pinned securely up above my head against the bark of the tree behind me. Do I? I mean, what is this? I don’t know if Caleb is merely joking right now, pushing my buttons to see how far I’ll go, or serious about that question. “You said that was only to replace one fucked up memory with something else,” I’m breathing, my chest rising and falling as my eyes look up at him, the dark hooded look I’m seeing in them, right now I just don’t know how to get a read on that; because this is Caleb, darkness is his middle name. “I did say that,” He groans, “But I guess it all depends on how much you want to forget, and...” He says with a smirk as he suddenly runs the tip of his tongue from my chin, all the way up to my lips agonizingly slowly. “You taste so fucking good; sometimes, the sin of letting go is too good to pass up.” His eyes are suddenl
SASHAMy body feels like it’s being weighted down; I can’t open my eyes; I feel too weak. I must have passed out somewhere between when the fever of my heat consumed me and the early morning hours. Flashbacks of what nearly happened keep invading my mind repeatedly, the nightmare of colours tormenting me. My body feels numb; what have I done? Have I broken Atlas now too? I’m suddenly feeling the cool, damp touch of a cloth against my forehead; breathing in slowly, I recognize that scent; it’s Caleb. I’m groaning as I part my lips; I’m so thirsty, my body feeling half broken after what happened, or maybe it’s just my soul. The moment I feel the gag being removed from my mouth, followed by the binds around my wrists being loosened. I’m running my tongue over my cracked and dry lips, “Water,” I croak out in a whisper, and within a second, I suddenly feel the cool metal of the rim of a cup touching my lips. When the first drops of water hit my tongue, I’m suddenly gulping, half choking on
SASHA“Please...” I’m suddenly whimpering between my cries, “Please, please...” Grabbing hold of Atlas, I wrap my arms around his neck as I pull him to me, my eyes piercing his, “Please make it stop, please, Atlas, I can’t take the pain, please!” I’m begging as I begin panting harder, and his jaw suddenly drops as he looks over at Circen with wide eyes, “How do I make it stop? What do I have to do to help her?” His voice sounds desperate and pleading as he wraps his arms around my back, holding me firmly to him. And Circen suddenly bites down against her bottom lip as her brows come together sympathetically. “Circen!” Atlas suddenly snaps at her, “You have to mate with her, Atlas. It’s the only way to stop it.” She suddenly blurts out. And the moment she does, Atlas blinks back the surprise in his eyes as he looks down into mine, “Sex, now. Are you fucking kidding me? We have an Unseelie monster roaming somewhere in the castle, Circen.” And the panic in his voice as he looks from me t
SASHAEleven days... That’s how long it’s been since a magical moment at the river turned into a nightmare, the moment I nearly died. I still can’t understand why it even got to that point. I get that Caleb was upset over his seedlings, and I think I know why he blew out the way he did; among all the chaos of him resuscitating me down by the river, I must have connected with him because I keep having these visions, it’s been every night since it all happened. It’s like a screenplay rolling over and over again in my head. It’s of Caleb and Cole, except they’re much younger, maybe six or seven, and they’re in the forest planting seedlings. Cole keeps telling him to treat them with care, and respect, nourish nature, and take care of them. Then the visions hop to a much later time; they must have been twelve or thirteen, Cole planting seedlings under the moon all by himself. Caleb arrives, and they end up having a fight. Cole is angry with Caleb for neglecting nature and neglecting his re