Fleurie's point of view: Doctor Brittany informed me that I had been unconscious for almost seven days. She informed me that I had four fractured ribs, which thankfully did not pierce my lungs. I'm hoping it did. I have nine stitches across my brow and another four on my jaw. She informed me that she had treated both old and fresh injuries on my body. She predicted that my jaw and forehead would scar. Doctor Brittany is a nice woman, and Victoria, the woman who was sitting next to me when I awoke, is Graysen's mother. I can see the anxiety in her eyes as she softly and caringly attended to me. I'm not used to receiving so much love and attention. It's strange. I'm still perplexed as to who brought me here. And I was more concerned about who would pay for the hospital because I had no money. I felt helpless and cumbersome, and I'm afraid of what would happen if I fell asleep. He could return to me, I know he will, and he will surely take me to finish what he was doing. Everyt
Fleurie's point of view: I was startled when I awoke in a dark room, in a lovely fluffy bed, which truly felt fantastic. I examined the powder baby walls, which had images hung on them, rewards on the shelf, and a large black screen. Standing up, I yanked the blankets off. I glanced at the images; there were people in them, a large family. It was freezing. I looked down at my outfit, which consisted of an enormous shirt and baggy sweatpants. Someone saw it. Someone saw my scars. It is not allowed. He's going to murder me. He threatened to murder me if anyone found out. Oh gosh, what will I do? He stated that he will never leave me alone. I should just go because he will bring harm to everyone in this house because of me. I dashed to the front door. I flung it open and dashed into the corridor in this vast space, ignoring the anguish and soreness I was experiencing. I spotted the steps and dashed downstairs. I could hear distant voices. Now I'm slamming into someone's ches
Fleurie's point of view: I've been here at Graysen's place for days now, and I'm still oddly at ease. I'm still frightened of leaving the room. Graysen's mother made sure I ate every meal, but it's still too difficult; every time I try to eat something, I throw up the next second, but I'm getting used to it by sipping soups and eating lighter foods. Food was not something I'd eat with the scumbag on a regular basis. In such a house, I can go for two days without eating. Even if I were to eat, it would be leftovers and scraps. I'm really glad and appreciative of everything Graysen's family has done for me. Despite the fact that I can't stay here much longer. He's going to track me down, track down this family, and then destroy both of us. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't notice or hear him enter the room. " Fleurie," I was taken aback. I raised my head, widening my eyes. Graysen apologized quietly, "I'm sorry if I scared you." I shook my head and began writing i
Fleurie's point of view: "Shh, it's okay now, I'm here," Graysen said as I awoke from my nightmare. I had a dream about being dragged across the floor by him and him bringing his terrifying and strange-looking pals from that day. Thankfully, Graysen jolted me awake from my nightmare. Day by day, As I drift into the arms of sleep, as a child in a wonderland, my brain draws monsters as a sort of montage, changing as the moments pass. I've been waking up in a cold sweat, shaking, my pulse racing, suspicious and paranoid that the terror has followed me here in this house-like mansion for the past several days. Last night was fantastic; it seemed like a young girl's fantasy. Graysen's mother was sweet and loving; she reminded me a lot of my mother, which makes me miss her so much. Elliot and Emmett were a lot of fun. It makes me miss my brother while also making me hate him more. My bath was prepared for me by Graysen. After immersing myself in the water for an hour or more, I wrappe
Third Point Of View:Graysen and his friends arrived at school, and everything appeared to be as usual, with no conflicts.Fleurie moved closer to the mother and Tweedledee and Tweedledum, and she attempted to make her soul smile, but the smile never seemed to want to come closer to this young lady.There was nothing wrong with the exception of two lost hearts and souls in the realms.For thousands of years, those two spirits walked between the streets, the stones, walking around just observing, and these two souls never seemed to part after all these years.But something drew these souls, two bodies that appear to be too enticing for these souls, but sadly, the two bodies are in different places accomplishing two entirely different activities, these two bodies have different hearts.One is filled with gloom, despondency, and pessimism.The other heart is full of anxieties and affection for the other.These souls parted after all these years of seeking and desiring the two hearts, but
Fleurie's point of view:Even if my eyes remain closed, I am awake. I'm not going to open them. Opening them would be acknowledging that those atrocious events occurred to me. I recall sitting outdoors with Gray's mother outside that house-like mansion when a searing sensation took over my neck and stung me so much. Grey's mother's expression when all the pain had subsided was astonished, and she looked at me with disbelief. She began to remark that it was strange, that great power was emanating from me, and then I blacked out. I'm not sure what actually happened to me, but if I opened my eyes, I'd be admitting it was real and frightening. Despite the fact that I'm used to the agony that scumbag put on me. As I tried to acclimate to what was a dream and what was reality, a bright light shined in my eyes, stinging them. There are trees and leaves everywhere. The scent is wonderful and refreshing. It felt great. The sound of what seemed to be a river running nearby drew my attent
Graysen's point of view: I was genuinely afraid when I awoke in that forest, dressed entirely in white. I had no idea where I was or what I would encounter here. When I heard the sound of a streaming river, I began to follow it. The forest is breathtakingly beautiful, with its vibrant flowers and odd plants and trees; I adored it, and my wolf seemed satisfied and contented with nature. I walked closer to the sound of the river, and when I got there, I noticed a girl scooping water from it. I approached her and touched her shoulder, and I was surprised to see Fleurie, and the oddest thing was that she yelled out loud, and her voice surprised me. I asked her what she was doing here, and she tried to sign to me but couldn't, she zoned out a little, frowning and looking into deep thoughts, her facial expression changed from scared to sad and angry, and I was shocked and surprised when she said pointing and showing me her neck with something inked on it. "It started to hurt," she sa
Greysen's point of view: "Now, I'm going to tell you exactly why you're here," Luna remarked as she led us to an office decorated in the style of the Victorian era. When I informed Fleurie she was my friend, she merely gazed at me without saying anything. I was afraid she would reject me, but she remained silent as if she had gone mute again. After a few moments, Luna rushed us to her office, claiming that we didn't have enough time. "So, time here differs from time on Earth; a day here is an hour there, so I have to rush and teach you everything since your bodies can't endure that long," Luna said. "t-then o-our bodies-" Fleurie began but was cut off by Luna. "You seem like you're resting and in deep slumber," she remarked, smiling as though she was pleased with her response. "To begin, I'd like to tell you a short story." With a sweet grin, she clasps her hand and sits in front of us. "A long time ago, there was a kingdom titled Akari, it was ruled by King Blayze and Queen Af
4 YEARS LATER " I'm as yellow as the school bus, I'm free and Dark blue as the skies at night, I'm overwhelmed " Fleurie stood in front of the cell's silver bars and said while smiling slightly. " What do you want? " Marisa scoffed, averted her eyes and looked at the cement floor while biting her nails. " To check up on you " Fleurie sat in front of the cell, carefully so she won't touch the silver bars. " What do you want? " she asked again and her voice is filled with void and coldness. Marisa's hair was short, she asked them to cut it short when they decided to put her in the cells as long as she's in the cells, they gave her clothes and toiletries so she can be escorted to one of the bathrooms in the dungeon. " To see how you're doing, you will spend more years here and would be sent to werewolves rehab centre " Fleurie sighed and looked at her fondly, she still considers her as her friend.
Third Point of View:Waking up to the warmth and scent of your mate is the best thing to feel for Apollo.He yawned, stretching his arms above his head with a long satisfying groan." Good morning " he was startled by his mate's deep voice. Xaun kissed his mate on the forehead and tucked him closer to him."Morning," Apollo murmured softly and had this strong urge to pinch his mate's sexy bare chest, so he did."Aaah, why did you do that, baby?" Xaun asked, frowning as well as smiling faintly."I felt like it," Apollo said simply with a small shrug."Really?" Xaun raises his brow, an amused expression on his face."Really," his mate replied, smiling innocently mischievously.Xaun sneaked his rough and strong hands to his mate's waist, taking care not to alarm or alert him. He smiled evilly and his hands darted, attacking his mate with a wave of tickling.Apollo gasped and fell back, giggling hysterically, and began to beg his husband to stop, because being tickled is like being happy r
Third Point Of View: "I'm thrilled you two managed to get back next to each other," Isis said in the most bored-out voice ever. "We have to start training you both, Tsillah will not wait until you finish training," Isis continued, pointing to Graysen and Fleurie, who were still tightly embracing her brother. Fleurie raised her rage-filled eyes to Isis. "Let us begin today; I want to destroy them; I will burn their wicked world to the ground," Fleurie seethed. "Together," Ryan said into her hair, pulling back to face his sister. The sister he neglected. The sister he neglected. "We're going to show them how pain feels like," Ryan said, leaning in to kiss his sister on her forehead. Graysen smiled as he observed the interaction. Graysen smiled as he observed the interaction. "Let's go to the training arena, we haven't checked it yet," Graysen said as he drew the siblings up. "I will lead you to it," Xaun said, and Apollo followed his mate as he began to walk outside. "How ab
The morning came with their hearts still aching. Fleurie's forehead is throbbing from the torment she has endured. She refuses to see him. She does not want to see anyone. She only wants to be with her mate. She just wants to be surrounded by her mate's warmth, scent, and everything else related to her mate. The mere thought of her brother's presence causes her to shake with rage. He abandoned her. He didn't return to her. He abandoned her to a monster which completely destroyed her life. A monster who left mental scars on her. Her childhood was ruined by a monster. A monster that had contaminated every part of her body. She would never be able to forgive him. "What are you thinking about?" her mate's deep voice interrupted her thoughts. She stared silently into his eyes. She traced his face with the tip of her fingers slowly. She smiled but immediately winced due to her forehead. "Be careful," Graysen warned, gently kissing her stitched forehead. "You're handsome,"
Third Point Of View: Fleurie frowned at the sound of the familiar name; the realization hit her quickly, and memories rushed back like wild waves in the middle of a storm. Her heart swelled and exploded with pain; her brother had returned, and just seeing him caused her pain; the sadness drained through her rather than skating over her skin. It managed to pass through every cell on its way to the ground. She filtered it, but strangely, she kept what was pure, leaving only the dirt. She arose from the couch, her body shaking and trembling. She dashed toward the stairwell, tears streaming down her sunken cheeks. Ryan's heart was clenched in agony. Marisa chased her up the stairwell, and Apollo quickly flew toward the stairs; whenever the vibes become gloomy and intense, he shifts immediately. Graysen felt her anguish, but he needed to finish dealing with them before going after his mate. Fleurie slammed the door shut and curled up in one of the room's corners. Marisa rushed into
Third Point Of View: Fleurie stayed in the castle today, stressed out by all that had occurred to her in the last several days. From the mate thing to the kingdom, it all was overwhelming. She lay on her, and her mate's bed, looking at the ceiling, her mind empty of thoughts, and she felt empty on the inside. The profound hole in her heart, as well as the mental scar caused by her father, are becoming deeper by the day, like a shard of broken glass that she cannot reverse. She had the feeling she may break in at any moment. She does not want to be in this pain any longer. Why can't she simply let it all go? Why can't it all come to an end? why? Why is life so difficult in our world? What had she done to deserve such torture? What was Luna thinking when she did this to her? Why did she choose Graysen as her mate? He is deserving of someone better. He deserves someone who isn't as damaged as she is. He deserves someone lovely. The small kid within her desired to survive, bu
Third Point Of View: Ryan went forward, and the others quickly followed. Border patrols were perplexed when strangers entered their territory; they couldn't smell or sense them, and pandemonium erupted through the kingdom's mental link. Intruders, Alpha. One of the warriors alerted their Alpha in the midst of the chaos. Women and children make your way to your home's bunker. Graysen became aware of the unease being transmitted over the mental connection. He bolted from the kitchen. "Do something to keep them from getting any closer," He ordered the father of the land and woods. By their father's order, the gigantic tree roots wrapped themselves around the invaders, trapping them in place, tightening around them, ensuring that they would not escape or try to march anyone with the intention of harm. Eve and Medea resisted, attempting to utilize their magic but failing due to the father of forests and land's magic. Ryan and Isis remained still; they expected this, they knew they
Third Point Of View: "Ryan, we're going to the castle," Medea said to the man who was sleeping on their bed. He questioned his lovely mate, who had topaz blue eyes full of emotion and silky dirty blonde hair. "Are they relocating already?" Medea sat by him, holding his hand in hers and softly caressing it. "They are, indeed." With a heavy sigh, he mumbled, "I'm so terrified." " Trust me, everything will be OK." She gives him a caring smile. "Hopefully," *** Fleurie awoke with the warmth of her man wrapped around her, his muscular arms embracing her close to him, she looked at the elegant golden little alarm clock on the table beside their king-sized bed, it was 7:04 a.m., and she wanted to snuggle more with her mate, but they would be late for school. She started praying Graysen's arm away from her, making sure not to wake him up then she went to the bathroom to shower and dress in the walk-in closet for school. She was dressed in a Nike hoodie, jeans, and her new white sne
Third Point Of View: "They are in Akari's kingdom grounds," Isis whispered softly, as baby clouds danced with her hair strands. She pushed the birds away from her shoulder and took a determined step toward the flaming hair witch. "She's coming back then," Medea exclaimed angrily, her mahogany eyes blazing. "We have to get moving," Eve remarked. "Call your partner Medea, he must be here," Isis said as she exited the room. Meanwhile, the pack members were transfixed by the kingdom's castle. Graysen, his mate, his parents, and the pack members emerged from their vehicles, staring at the massive castle that stood beyond the green meadows. The castle stood majestically behind creaking iron gates, surrounded by rows of skeleton trees topped with scarlet and swinging softly in the brisk fall breeze. The beautiful marble fountain stood at its doorway, the subtle gurgle of the pure water lovely as it reverberated in the surrounding calm. The castle was kept encircled by a twisted fence