Sarah pressed her back against the wall and stuck her head out to peep over the banister. When her eyes didn't catch any sight of Damon Kalesto, she hurried down and tiptoed into the kitchen.
Why was she moving around like ninja? Well there was only one reason why she desperately needed to do what she was doing...She needed to stay out of Damon's sight. What she did yesterday and what she said, was totally not something that would've happened had she been sober. She was an embarrassment to her own self. Which was why she had been hiding out in Trixie and Haguy's room ever since she woke up.And she would've been completely out of Damon's sight had one of her so-called friends brought her a bottle of water to quench her thirst. They traitorously refused to go downstairs, since apparently they too were in hiding because they thought Damon would punish them for getting her drunk. That was utterly ridiculous though. Damon was ruthless and all, but who would punish women be"Damon?" Sarah called, sticking her head into the kitchen as her eyes rotated around the room. Trixie and Haguy were getting ready to leave at the moment. It was sad to see them go as soon as they finally became friends, but there was absolutely no talking them out of it. They were already hell bent on leaving. But could you blame them? They were forced to stay in an empty house by themselves, and not just any house but the home belonging to the most ruthless man alive. Who knows what kind of atrocities they've been through?Then again, she had never seen Damon mistreat them, except for that one time when he demanded that they got out of their OWN room. It was unfair of her to keep calling him ruthless and vicious when, if you asked her, he didn't seem that way at all...well not anymore. Thinking about it now, he wasn't that bad from the beginning. Whenever she thought he'd do something crazy like hitting her or eating her alive, he always surprised her by doing something u
"He likes me." Sarah plucked another rose petal, her lips spreading apart as she looked down at the last remaining two. She had been at it for a few minutes and by now, she already knew what her answer would be and yet, she ignored it and carried on anyway as if she wasn't aware."He likes me not." She plucked another quail petal that wrinkled in her grasp, and this time her lips pushed themselves together and trembled in anticipation while her eyelids drifted further apart."He...likes me." She plucked the very last petal. When the realization shot through her body like electricity, she quickly released the petal from the hold of her fingertips, letting it flitter to the ground against the soft breeze. As for the empty stem that laid still in her other hand like a terrible reminder of the perplexity she was currently facing, she dropped it as well but instead of letting it rest peacefully against the trimmed lawn grass, she lifted her bare feet and trampled upon i
"Is there a reason why you keep spacing out?" Damon asked, side-eyeing Sarah as they walked through the mall. She shook her head without a word, making his eyes twitch in annoyance. "Then is there a reason why you've been avoiding my gaze? Did you do something wrong?"Sarah tensed at that. Had she done something wrong? Seeing the photo of him and a woman by chance isn't considered wrong, right? But she had a feeling that if she told him exactly that, then he'd only get angry. He must've kept the drawer closed for a reason. That photo obviously wasn't meant to be seen."No." She paused. "I was just thinking.""Then stop thinking. It's irritating.""I can't just stop th-" she halted her sentence when Damon shot her a look. "Fine.""If there's anything you want, just say so. You can't have me picking out everything when you're the one whose going to wear it." He said and Sarah smiled a bit. It was in these times that she somehow forgot that he's 'supposed' to b
Sarah was sitting on the floor with her knees drawn to her chest and her left cheek pressed against the solid glass. Everything around her was present in her sight, but her mind failed to take account of it. Just like that time when he had chased her out of the hall in front of all those people, she felt dejected and wronged. It was the first time he had taken her out into the world aside from then, so the moment was supposed to be somewhat sacred....But honestly, she wouldn't have made such a big deal out of this had he left her here for the whole day without returning, but the fact that he ran after some damsel in distress and left her behind, was a very valid thing to fuss over.Which is why she had been searching nonstop for other things to murmur and mull about, things that justified both her jealousy and vexation.Why would he run after her anyway? In Sarah's opinion, she wasn't just a friend judging by the look that took over his face when he saw her...a loo
"Stop pacing. You're disturbing me." Sarah complained weakly as she gloomily twisted the spoon through her chocolate ice cream, her downcasted eyes watching Jason's feet pace along the floor back and forth.He shifted his eyes to her and snatched the ice cream bowl from her hands with a scornful look on his face. "You're the one who's disturbing me. Why the hell are you playing with something as delicious as ice cream.""It doesn't taste that good." She said simply, reclining in her seat lazily. She didn't feel like watching him pace every second and she didn't feel like listening to him talk either. Ice-cream was the least of her problems.He took a spoonful of ice cream from the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth, a large smile forming on his face as he savoured in the taste. "It doesn't taste good." He mocked with his mouth still filled. "Then why didn't you take your precious Nutella instead?" After the few times Jason had visited the house, he was pre
Damon's knuckles that had been littered with bruises due to the hard punches he had delivered, were now fully healed but blood still sticked to Damon like a second skin, almost completely changing the colour of his shirt to red. The funny thing was, none of that blood was his own...not even a single drop. Everything belonged to that giraffe-looking twat that laid his filthy hands on what wasn't his and even dared to challenge him for a fight that he knew he couldn't win.Such brazenness had never met his eyes in years. He deserved all that he got and more, much more. How dare he?! If it weren't for the alliance that they had forged a few weeks ago, he would've broken every single bone in his body and ripped through all his flesh until all he could see was blood wholly covering him.Damon was angry. The horrid thoughts he was having, the grim look on his face and the violent rising of his veins made that very clear. Even though he had stowed away for a few hours aft
Damon was lying on his side of the bed, his arms folded across his chest and his signature frown in place. As for Sarah, she was the exact same; arms folded and a frown residing on her face. They were both so aggravated by earlier events that neither of them choose to speak to each other since. But as much as they were bothered by it, they could hardly keep their resentment burning thus long. It was already a miracle that they had managed to successfully ignore each other for the whole of yesterday and the day before.Tonight, however, they could no such thing.Damon couldn't deny that it would've been so much better if Sarah was cuddling up under his arm instead of huffing and puffing at the other end of the bed...while Sarah couldn't deny that she felt way better when he was angry at someone else and not her. But...pride....that was what kept them from reconciling.Moreover, a few weeks ago when they started sleeping together, they hadn't slept apart sin
"Sarah!" Damon shouted at the top of his lungs, his feet stomping across the room and over to Sarah who was sitting on their bed, her nails stuffed into her mouth meanwhile a smile slowly blossomed on her lips. He had just came back from searching all the rooms on the premises and yet he still couldn't find what he had been searching for all this time...his favourite black shirt. It was always placed at the front of his closet where he could always see and find it, but for some odd reason, it was now nowhere to be seen.And seeing as there's only one person living in this house besides himself, he was more than positive that she was the culprit."Where did you hide it?" Damon asked in annoyance, his hand reaching out and plucking her finger out of her mouth to grab her utmost attention. "You seriously think I'd hide your shirt? I really don't have it, I swear." She held her hands up in surrender as she denied his accusations, yet the guilty look on her fa
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