(Izobel’s POV)
I was lost in my thoughts when I saw Mrs. Benson write the word werewolf in all capital letters on the board. I winced, looking at our teacher in Sociology. When she entered the classroom a while ago, I found her cute, even in her plump body shape. She has this curly brown hair that matches her round face, and her dimples appear when she smiles. I think she even looked pretty in her red dress, but when she started to talk about something they all considered as a myth or folktales, I now see her an apple talking in front of the room.
‘Why are we talking about a werewolf? Am I in the wrong class?’ I asked Amber sitting across the room. On our second day in school, she was already one of the popular girls, a part of Anastacia’s group. Meanwhile, I enjoyed the popularity of someone who needed to find a vacant chair to sit on in my every class, and at times if I’m lucky, I would be bullied.
(Izobel’s POV)Julia lived in a villa on the hillside, with no houses nearby but trees, so I bet only the animals and the insects would complain of the overpowering music blasting from their home. When we arrived, I was pretty much sure her parents were not home because from the lawn to the pool, and seemingly even inside the house, there were guests as if she had invited half of the population of the students in our school. The wall-sized transparent glass windows and doors proved that almost everyone was having a blast from her party. “Will you be alright here?” Daddy asked, glancing at the people inside as he stopped the car outside the gate of their house.“Of course, Daddy!” Amber answered, her eyes twinkling, and her heartbeat could not hide she was excited about the party. She knew the question was not meant for her, but she wanted to assure him, we would be okay.Dad looked at her. “You t
(Izobel’s POV)Slowly, I made my way to the far corner of the room and watched everyone in horror as they gathered in a circle with an empty bottle in the center. Nolan approached me, and I jerked as he yanked me at my arm, pulling me to follow him and join the others.“Don’t be a killjoy, Izobel,” He said, smirking at me and telling everyone to move to give us space. I heaved a deep sigh as I sat down, hugging my knees and avoiding looking at the others. I stopped aging at eighteen, but Amber and I were supposed to be the responsible adults here in this group, but I would sound like a conservative teenager. I would probably be the center of bullying if I reprimanded them for stopping this.They reeked alcohol, but I was just glad no illegal drugs were involved. My eyes met Amber’s, but I wouldn’t hear it even if she apologized because I had no intention of mind linking with her. I was too mad right now for ma
(Izobel’s POV)‘Amber, help!’ I screamed, crying in silence as I was breathing heavily. I had witnessed Connor and Amber when they shapeshifted the first time, and though it has brought excitement to the family, they transformed in the woods, not inside an old wardrobe closet with a handsome guy who had no idea he would die tonight. I remembered my siblings crying, screaming as their bones snapped and stretched until they turned into a wolf completely.My golden yellow eyes radiate, creating the eyes of a hunter, and I could see Ethan as my sight turned into an excellent night vision. I could see him on the other corner of the closet, his head leaning on the wood, eyes closed.‘I’m here, Izobel. Relax... I can’t hear you! Unblock me, Izobel! What’s happening with you?’ Her voice was in a panic, too.Why can’t she hear me?I took a deep breath, mind linking with
(Ethan’s POV)Everyone outside was surprised when I opened the door opened. My eyes narrowed as I searched for Anastacia, but she was already gone. I glared at Julia, surprised when she saw the scratch wound on my arm. I pursed my lips, feeling the tingling pain from it.“Julia, how dare you send someone inside that old cabinet. I was just glad it was me, but what if Izobel was hurt instead of me?”I turned to Izobel, hugging her knees, and I walked back to her. My forehead furrowed, feeling confused with how she reacted when she saw my wound, and I wanted to assure her that it was nothing but a scratch from the protruded nail that was loosened from the wood material of the cabinet. It horrified me that if Izobel had moved to me a little, she would have gotten hurt. I crouched down, facing her.“Hey!” I said, placing my hands on her knees.When she raised her head, I saw how horrified she was that inst
(Izobel’s POV)I rested my head at the backrest of the car as soon as I plopped myself in. Ethan looked at me, and I really didn’t care right now if he was saying something or not. This is all new to me, and perhaps even if I linked with Amber, she has no answer to my million questions.The ride home was quiet, and even Nolan was silent. Either he was drunk or not in the mood to make jokes at this dead wee hours. When Ethan stopped the car, we were already in front of the house. I opened the car and walked straight to the porch without looking at them. I heard Amber thanking Ethan for bringing us home, but she did not talk to Nolan.The door was open, so I assumed our father was still awake. It still amused me that he would still wait for us even if he knew Amber and I were not ordinary eighteen-year-old teens. When I pushed the door, the living room was dark, but I could see my parents well. My eyebrows raised when I saw mom pacing
(Izobel’s POV)This was the first time Connor did not bully me in eighty years. They were all just standing in my bedroom, staring at me and listening to my cry. They could pass a portrait or an ultra-realistic mannequin because they were not moving.‘What happened, Alaric?’ Mom asked worriedly.Dad did not answer.‘Shall we go to school, or should we just stay home?’ Amber asked as she looked at the window, staring at Ethan, who had just gotten up from bed. I turned my eyes in the same direction. I saw Ethan sitting on his bed, massaging his forehead, and turned his gaze on the window, but it was only for a short while. His two hands were on his head now, so I think his head must be aching right now.‘I’m sorry, Izobel. I had to erase his memory last night. He won’t remember a thing, so you have nothing to worry about,’ Dad assured me, making my
(Izobel’s POV)It was the first day of October, and it was unnaturally cold and chilly. The hotel's security guard greeted me, and I smiled back, but I had to run, human pace run, as I was already late for work. Asia sent me a message reminding me of today’s meetings in preparation for Halloween.Thanks to the couple who got lost in the woods six years ago, more tourists came to visit Springville Town, giving birth to another hotel in this small town where I work as an administrative staff in the operations department. I glanced at the time, and it was really my fault for being late this time. Amber and I had to help Mom and Dad pack. We had stayed in this town longer than we expected, and it was time for us to move. We will fly to another country, and Australia seemed an excellent place to live for a while.Ryzen, the front office manager, greeted me. “Running late for work, Izobel?”Asia and Ryzen have been my fr
(Ethan’s POV)Two years of experience were not long enough for me to be managing a hotel, but Dad was adamant about asking me to handle the hotel and learn from Mr. Godefroy, who would be retiring from his job at the end of the year. Dad insisted that I have one quarter to learn from him, and it shouldn’t be a problem since I knew Springville Town and its long history. Of course, taking over the position is just a front of my real purpose of coming back.When Mr. Godefroy gave me the list of employees this morning, one name caught my attention. Izobel Rodriguez. Who would have thought she would choose to stay and work in this small town? I sent her a message this morning, but just like now, she chose to ignore me.“Everyone, I’m pleased to introduce the new general manager of Grand Lake Hotel, Mr. Ethan Wilson,” Mr. Godefroy introduced and invited me to stand in front of the room. I walked in front but watched Izobe
(Izobel’s POV)“Hello, Anastacia!” I greeted and smiled, but there was an edge to it.She raised her eyebrows, not expecting to see me in the hotel. I was sure she looked shocked and studied me from head to toe about three times.“You did not change,” she uttered, almost in a whisper, her eyes still squinting.Anastacia was popular in high school, and I bet she would still be popular among our batchmates if the school would hold a reunion now. She was the same Anastacia, the much better version that men would probably fantasize about, having an alluring beauty and hot sexy body.“Why, Anastacia? Are you expecting me to grow tentacles?” I smirked and raised my eyebrows at her.The clerk at the front desk pressed her lips to suppress a chuckle and lowered her gaze, pretending to focus on the screen of her computer monitor.“No!” She hissed. “I’m expecting you to have wings and fangs.” She sneered as her nostrils flared in annoyance. “Fix this,” she said.I walked toward Anne’s side, che
(Izobel’s POV)It was after seven when Amber and Nolan came to pick me up from the hotel, but I told our parents I would not stay for the night, and they knew where to find me if they needed me. After our late lunch at the restaurant, I went back to the office and did not return to him. What’s the point of going back when he couldn’t give me answers?If he wasn’t meant to hunt and kill my family, or Mirela’s not engaged with him, the possibility of bringing him and Nolan with us would be big, like a hundred percent. Leaving this place and living in another would never be the same because it would not be easy to forget Ethan. My heart would always ache for him, wanting to be with him, and I doubt if I would be able to find another man to love.Love… I heaved a sigh, forgetting about that unfortunate word.I knew Ethan would look for me, but with a place even my family did not know, he wouldn’t be able to find me. I leaned my back on the overly sized branch of the oldest tree in the fo
(Izobel’s POV)My head rested on his chest while his arms were wrapped around my body, not letting me go. When I checked the time on my wristwatch, I had been here for more than four hours. I couldn’t believe Ethan had brought me to the blissful seventh heaven many times. I craned my neck to look at his handsome face. “You made me hungry, Ethan,” I said, taking his hand on my mouth, playfully biting his wrist but never sinking my teeth into the throbbing blood in his veins. It would give me strength, but I craved human food.“Just a little,” he kissed my forehead, believing me.“Not this one. My wolf me is hungry for food. Real food, Ethan,” I chuckled, climbing down from the bed, and when he tried to pull me back to the bed, I shook my head. “Tonight,” I promised. I wanted more of him, and every time he claimed me, uniting our body and soul, the more I wanted to kill anyone who would take him away from me.I walked at my human pace naked and collected my clothes outside his bedroom.
(Ethan’s POV)Perhaps the bond Izobel and I created was strong that I knew she was coming. Before she could push the doorbell, I opened the door for her and pulled her inside my place, kissing her fervently as I locked the door. I planned to pull her into the bedroom, but feeling impatient, I pinned her to the closed door and thought of taking her here.I hadn’t touched her since we bonded, and now, as I desired her, I kissed her greedily, letting her know I was hungry for her and not caring if she would tear my place apart.“Ethan,” she breathed as I pulled her clothes off, not leaving even her underwear and tossing them on the floor.Burning with desire like me, she took off my clothes, gladly not ripping them apart. I smiled, hearing her pounding heart and exciting me as I glided my lips toward the hollow of her throat.“Somebody might come. Janice -”“Janice won’t come here,” I answered, nestling my face to her shoulder, tilting her neck, and licking her skin. “I told her we will
(Izobel’s POV)“She’s kinda weird, you think?” Ryzen said when we were alone in the elevator.“Why?” I asked, glancing at him and then back to the floor number. If I were to ask, I preferred using the stairs because our floor destination was only on the fifth floor.“I don’t know, maybe because she’s always been looking around the hotel. More like snooping around,” he answered. “I almost wanted to check the CCTV where she’s been going, just to check, you know.”“I understand,” I said, pressing my lips, but when the elevator door opened, I talked to Ryzen again. “So, what’s the complaint all about?” “The couple in Room 502 is complaining about the noise from the next room. We hardly had this kind of complaint because first, the walls are soundproof, and second, I was terrified somebody’s turning in that room.”I raised my eyebrows at him. “Turning? Turning into what?” I wanted to correct him about the soundproof wall, like not hearing any noises at all. He pressed his lips and looke
(Izobel’s POV)Jeanna was staring at me and tilting her head as if to find something in my face. For her satisfaction, I let her look at me for a while, studying me like I was some kind of painting in the museum of Louvre. She picked up her cup, sipped her coffee without breaking her gaze at me, and then she returned the cup to the saucer.“I’m sorry, Izobel. I knew it was rude, but every time I see you, I feel like I am looking at Carrie,” she chuckled gently.I gave her a friendly smile as if it was nothing, but the truth was I was nervous because this was unlikely to happen. Between Amber and me, I would go back and check on the people I became friends with, but I was always careful not to be noticed or seen. As soon as we left the place, Dad would secure us all with a new identity, and the old data would be erased.“It’s okay. I guess we have that one in our lifetime,” I told her, wishing I had the power to read Jeanna’s mind.“I know,” she rolled her eyes in amusement. “But I hea
(Izobel’s POV)I walked half-asleep inside the office, wishing I was a vampire in movies that never sleep. With Ethan and I sharing a bed, my option was to buy a bigger bed or sleep on the floor. I could make a wink for an hour when he left very early to go back to his penthouse, not wanting Janice to panic that he was not there when she arrived.“Good morning, sleepy head,” greeted Ryzen, placing a cup of coffee in front of me. “Need more caffeine or bed?”“Bed, please,” I groaned as I picked up my cup, smelling the strong scent of black coffee before sipping. My hand reached for the computer, turning it on while enjoying the coffee.“What happened to you?” Asia asked when she walked past me, noticing the bandage on my forearm.I glanced at her, smiling sheepishly as I answered, “Accident. I guess I needed the vacation.” I tilted my head, looking at her. “Should I take a two-week vacation?”Ryzen smirked. “With this smokin’ number of clients, do it, and I’ll kill you.”I heaved a dee
(Izobel’s POV)I did not open my eyes even when I felt someone climbing up my bed. I do not have to open my eyes to guess who it is. Despite Ethan’s insistence, I still sent him to Amber’s bedroom. Either he would spend the night downstairs or enjoy his sleep in my twin sister’s bedroom.Amber snuggled closer to me as she embraced me. “Izobel, why is there a gorgeous man in my bed? He definitely ruined my plan with Nolan,” she giggled softly.A naughty smile curved my lips. “That was actually the plan. No one must be overly happy tonight.”“Selfish!” she hissed, but she laughed with me.I rolled to my side to face her. “Are you happy, Amber?”“I’ve never been so happy in my life, Izobel. Mom’s right! Finding your mate is heaven,” she answered, meeting my eyes.“I know,” I whispered, but Amber knew that the mates who had chosen us, or maybe we have chosen, posed a huge problem in our lives and existence. No one should know we existed. No one must find out about our family.“Your mind…
(Izobel’s POV)“Carrie Hamilton?” she asked, her eyes surprised as she looked at me, and then she shook her head and chuckled adoringly. “Of course, it’s not you,” she said, rolling her eyes. “That would be impossible.”I forced a smile, racking my brain and trying to think who she could be as she looked familiar to me. My heart hammered in my chest because I had used the name Carrie before, but that was twenty years ago. She advanced toward the mirror, looking at our reflection. “But wow… the similarities were so…” her voice trailed off as she studied my face. “You have those same eyes and…”“You’re a Hamilton, right?” Janice cut in, twitching her lips as she tried to remember where she had seen it. “Ah! In your file. Your middle name is Hamilton.”I was forced to lift the corners of my mouth, smiling at her as I remembered who she was.“Carrie’s my aunt,” I lied.Her eyes brightened. “Really? Wow! The genes must be that strong. Goosebumps, see?” she laughed, showing Janice and me