Sarah's eyes fluttered open to see a pair of hazel ones staring down at her. Her eyes widened and she shuffled backwards on the cold floor, her back hitting against the hard wall. Pain shot through every fibre of her being at the action, causing her to hunch over slightly.
Her head hurt, her limbs hurt and there were even little cuts littering her skin.
But her physical pain was a little less intense than her emotional one. Rather than being happy that they shared such a deep connection through their mate bond, she felt irritated. If this mate thing didn't exist then maybe she wouldn't feel so betrayed, wronged and scared. Maybe this wouldn't have even fazed her...
"You're awake?" Damon asked, leaning forward over the edge of the bed, his eyes void and as cold as ice. Sarah flinched at the sound of his voice. She tried her best to shrink herself under his stare but Damon seemed to stare harder at her the more she moved,
Sarah sat on the floor, curled up against the wall with her head resting on her knees. She had been in the same position ever since her conversation with Damon. Her eyes were stinging, probably from lack of sleep, but Sarah wouldn't close her eyes. Her mind was too preoccupied.She hadn't slept throughout the night...not even for a second. Aside from thinking about how bad of a life she had, she had also been watching Damon mumbling and shifting around in his sleep. She had no idea what he was dreaming about but she figured he was reliving a bad experience. And though Sarah didn't want to, she still pitied him.Yet the one who needed pity the most was her...Everything was weighting down on her shoulders, she almost felt as if she would black out any minute. Plus, the pain from falling down the stairs still hurt a lot, but not as much. It was quite puzzling though. A fall from that height should've probably broken a few bones or so, but Sarah only fe
"You fooled me!" Sarah spat out each word with all the bitterness overflowing inside her. Her blue eyes were drowning in anger, her chest was heaving up and down rapidly and her jaws were clenched down on her cheeks as she stared at the woman before her. "I trusted you!"Sarah knew that Alexis wasn't an easy one to provoke to guilt but she at least expected her to offer an apology...even if it wasn't genuine. The funny thing was though, Alexis didn't look the least bit guilty. Her hand was digging into her hips as she leaned her weight on her right foot while the other hand was holding a tray filled with fruits. With an unnerving smile on her lips, she outstretched it to Sarah and rose her brow when Sarah only stared down at it without making any move to take it.An abrupt snort happened to leave Alexis's mouth a few seconds later. It seemed to Sarah like she was trying to hold it back but failed to do so. "I was the one who trusted you, Sar
Sarah sat in the back seat of Damon's black Sidan. She had absolutely nothing to do, so she busied herself by fiddling with the chains on her wrist, causing a rattling sound to disperse through the car. When they had gotten in a few minutes ago, Damon had made sure to scoot as far away from her as possible...even if that meant squeezing himself flush against the car door.He didn't want to touch her...not even a small graze. Sarah felt the urge to glare over at him...and she did, but only for a split second. Thankfully, she turned her face away before he could notice it."Need I remind you that you should be on your best behaviour?" Damon asked nonchalantly as he looked out the window. His sharp jawline was displayed openly, rays of sunlight occasionally meeting his skin from the spaces between the tree leaves. They were passing by a long line of green palm trees on both sides. And not a single car drove by them since they started their jour
"Prepare for what?" She mumbled through her lips, still clutching her hands to her chest.Jason was a little...well alot shorter than every other werewolf around. He was even an inch shorter than Sarah and she was barely 5'4. The wind sent strands of his low, frazzled black hair in all directions and his black eyes were small and naturally slitted. Despite how mischievous his appearance looked, he still gave off an amicable vibe. He was probably even the only one at the party who wasn't practically cursing her six feet under with their eyes.It's no wonder why she didn't feel uncomfortable in his presence.A loud smacking sound jerked Sarah out of her thoughts. Jason had smacked Damon on the arm and was now grinning like an idiot, that same knowing look on his face. "She's messing with me, right?"Damon didn't make any move to speak. He simply looked to be awfully surprised to a degree that didn't se
"Refrain from giving him what he wants? I don't understand..." Sarah whispered to him, her eyes looking up at him in interest and eagerness. "What exactly does he want?""Well you know..." Jason smiled, intentionally withholding a direct answer to her question. "What he wants is..." He paused, gesturing with his hands for her to draw closer. Sarah cluelessly followed his instruction, inching closer to him with her ears perked and ready to receive whatever information he had to give."You!" The word reverberated through her ears, followed by an equally loud laughter that belonged to none other than Jason.Sarah pulled away from him quickly and rubbed her ringing ear. 'What the hell's up with this guy?' She asked herself, eying him suspiciously with narrowed eyes and raised eybrows. Damon wants her? Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous! Damon has never and will never want her. And even if he did, in what way did he actually w
"What kind of calamity stroke again?" Sarah asked herself as she stooped with her back against the wall and her head resting on her arm. Damon had chased her out of the party without any concerns as to how she would've felt. Yes, he shouted at her before, but this time, there was a slight difference...they weren't alone, they were among dozens and dozens of werewolves.She had kept a straight face when she was walking out, yet still, there were series of snickers and whispers dispersed over the crowd. And don't forget those women who gave her the death glare...in Sarah's opinion, they seemed to be in close comparison with Alexis.Sarah sat in place, watching as the moonlight replaced that of the sun and lit the place with a dull illumination. She sighed for the umpteenth time since she had arrived outside. She was getting tired of sitting and waiting for Damon to cease his incessant talking inside. Her feet were aching and her
A few years ago before she was captured by MR. knack, she had met a boy while roaming the streets. They both were homeless and had lost their parents so they easily understood each other's pain.But there was another similarity between them...they hated werewolves.For Kevin, it was a lifelong and boundless hatred, a hatred that he pushed over the limit. A few months before he met Sarah, his sister had been captured and killed by an Alpha werewolf. After having lost all his family to werewolves, his relentless hatred began to rouse.Meanwhile, for Sarah, her hatred was only temporary. She had also lost her parents in the same way, but as she grew, she came to realize that werewolves and humans were just two species that wanted to survive...and in order to do so, they had the unshakable mentality that they needed to fight against each other. Of course, she had some form of hatred towards MR. Knack and his goons for what t
'What is this? A trick of the fullmoon? Or a once in a fullmoon occurrence?'Sarah's stomach did little flips and her soft cheeks flooded over with red. It was an odd feeling, a feeling of both arousal and embarrassment. She was always naturally nervous and scared all the time, but she wasn't one to blush so furiously nor get aroused over something as trivial as physical contact. The sensations that were corrupting her body, mind and soul, were fairly new to her...another addition to the list of strange things that derived from meeting Damon.Yet...she couldn't deny that it was exhilarating and exciting.Back when Mr knack forced himself unto her, the only emotions she felt were disgust and hatred. The both of them made her feel totally different things, but there wasn't much difference between them...behaviour and personality wise. They were both Devils among humans and werewolves. They didn't care about someone as trivial as her. And the only thing they
Sarah drew in a breath as she silently looked down at the pale, unmoving man before her...her mate. Unlike a few weeks ago...there was now no hope within those eyes of hers because frankly, she didn't have it in her to bear any more positive expectations. Everyone (including her) had been deeply anticipating the day Damon would recover from his injuries and open his eyes once again... but that day has not come even now nor will it ever. So whether she liked it or not, it was finally time for her to accept it...to accept the fact that Damon Kalesto was no more.That was the plain truth. As such, the big questions whirling around in her mind was...would it have been different if the reinforcements had gotten there a minute earlier? Would it have been different if Katie had shot the arrow in Damon's direction instead of hers? Would everything be different if she had been the one to sacrifice herself for his sake instead of the other wa
"Stop it..." She mumbled out two soft words, her voice lower than a mouse's squeak. Even if Maxim heard it, he didn't make it obvious since his ear had yet to even twitch in recognition. "Stop it!" Her voice went up an octave, resounding through the whole crooked building. With an annoyed hiss, Maxim finally ceased his attacks whilst Jason himself leapt open a bloodied eye. He wanted to help, he definitely did, but he needed at least a few minutes of undisturbed healing before he would be able to stand once again. And judging by how humongous and angry Maxim's every step was, he knew that in just seconds, she would undoubtedly meet her doom. His wolf; Mattias, curled up in silent defeat, ashamed eyes watching as his helpless Luna succumbed to her death. They could do nothing in the position they were currently in...not for Sarah nor Damon. And that much alone terrorized them both. "Since you're so desperate to die..." Ma
"Kill them!" In the spur of the moment, Katie quickly shoved her thoughts aside and released the last arrow in Sarah's direction. But unfortunately, before she could even see where her decision would take them, the life slowly left her blue eyes and she fell flat against the floor. Following her sudden death, the shifted wolf latched it's teeth into Damon's skin, drawing lines and lines of blood through the deeply punctured wounds. With no one there to stop the flow of blood, Damon's sheer will was only able to keep him conscious for so long...and the sad part was the fact that if he even moved an inch while trying to defend himself, he'd only make it worse....or even end up aiding his own death. On the other hand, Kevin staggered back and gripped his chest when the arrow pierced through him and caused wolvesbane to circulate through his veins. Pain like no other scourged his being and in response, his body weakened drast
"I'm the one who's giving you five seconds to let him go before I sink my claws into her neck." A gleeful voice split through the air, sending dangerous chills down Damon's spine. Her neck? He wasn't talking about Sarah, was he?Slowly, Damon turned his head towards Maxim who was being followed by two black rogue wolves; one already shifted while the other was still in human form.Upon seeing the sight of Maxim holding his batteredmate, Damon's hand unintentionally loosened around Kevin's neck. Kevin immediately used the chance to pluck each of his fingers from around his neck and swiftly escape his clutches, running over to Maxim's side."W-what did you do to her?" His shocked eyes rolled up and down her body over and over again...as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Her arms were wrapped around her stomach and blood was seeping from bruises sprawled over her body. From the way she was close to tumbling over backway, she probably couldn't even st
Boom boom boom! Damon's paws hitting against the ground was more dangerous and thunderous than all else. The strength of each thrust forward was more immense than all else. And the determination pumping through his veins was thicker than all else. His goal...was to find her. His goal...was to hunt and kill whosoever had touched her. His goal...was to save her from their wretched clutches. Those goals...he was pretty close to it judging by the numerous scents that was beginning to disgustingly whip against his nose. That was when he knew it...the scent hiding spray must have started to ware off.Shifting back to human form whilst continuing to run as fast as ever, Damon took a long whiff of every single scent he could and did his best to single out one specific one...the scent of hismate. And it didn't take long to distinguish it among every other. Upon finding it, adrenaline flooded through his body like a shot of electricity, pumping him faster, pushing him harder towa
Sarah's eyes fluttered open and all that she could see was complete and utter darkness. Ignoring the pain that scourged her hand, she twisted around unto her stomach and climbed to her feet. Her beady blue eyes surveyed her surrounding, looking and searching for any source of light. When her eyes pinned on the streak of light escaping through the crack on the wall to her left, she quickly sped over to it. But in the process, her gaze met the unclear sight of splattered blood on the untiled floor. She squinted as her trembling legs slowly turned in that direction.Though she couldn't see very well, she could make out numbers carved into the floor beside the stale blood. Three familiar numbers... 154. How could she not have remembered the same numbers that were burned into the side of her neck? And this place...it was the dungeon that she had been kept in all those years...or at least what remained of it. Why did they bring her here? Why here of all places?Was t
Damon pulled to a stop at the edge of the forest and quickly shifted back to human form. The hundreds of wolves behind him followed his actions, their thunderous paws ceasing to trample upon the grassy ground."Where is mymate?!" The booming voice of Damon surged through the crowd and then shook the mighty forest, frightening animals to the point where they hid as fast as lightening while birds took off into the skies. If mere words were as ruffling as that, then imagine how terrifying it was for the person it was directed at.Jason, who was waiting by the front door, dropped to his knees and lowered his head in shame as soon as the words shook his eardrums. "I still-" he hesitated for a second when Damon took his first threatening step towards him. "I still h-haven't found her."Jason knew very well that this was no simple matter and he knew that he'd be given no simple punishment either....even if it wouldn't be death, it'd still be dreadful. But it was
The journey wasn't a long one for Damon. It didn't feel that way at all, but it was in fact two hours since he had been running through the woods on all fours. The distance probably didn't bother him because of how pumped he had become after his talk with Sarah. She was finally coming around and all he needed to do now, was to get this over with so he could patch things up properly. It was also a huge relief that he'd soon have absolutely nothing to do with Katie. All she had ever been was a wormhole in his life...even now. Besides, not having her around was better for Sarah since there would be no room for misunderstandings anymore.Damon shook his huge wolf form as he finally set his thoughts aside and skidded to a stop once he reached the spot where a vibrant red cloth was tied to a tree. This was it, the spot where he was supposed to rendezvous with those stupid hunters. Yet for some reason, he couldn't hear, smell nor see them. His face contorted suspiciously. What kind
"Sit down, Sarah." Jason said for the umpteenth time in two hours. He had been on his feet since Damon left and not once did he have a chance to stay seated. His task was to keep sight of Sarah at all times and since Sarah was galloping around the room for god knows what, he too had to do the same as well. By now, he wasn't sure if he could keep up with her. "Damon is the Alpha King for gods sake! A few lousy rogues can't kill him.""Being the Alpha King doesn't make him invincible." She argued. Her mind was filled with worries of what could be happening wherever Damon was and as a result, she couldn't stop herself from thinking too hard. "What if something happens to him?""You were the one who was avoiding him. He probably doesn't even have the will to live." Jason's over-dramatic words filled her ears and she glared hard at him, but didn't comment on it. He was standing by kitchen entrance while she was by the counter. "Can't you relax now? I doubt he has even r