“What was she trying to convey?” Fred demanded, looking towards me. I couldn't answer him as tears streamed down my eyes. Watching her die made it seem like they ripped something from me. I could only watch her lifeless body doing nothing. I was as helpless as she was, and could only watch her draw her last breath. “Luna?”Blinking, I turned to look at him, frowning. “What's wrong?”“What did she gesture before she died?” His tone sounded urgent. More like he needed to know what she told me. “Will that help your case?” I frowned at him, not replying to his questions, but wondering his reasons for asking me that. Why does he sound as if he had to learn what she told me about?Sighing, he returned to what he was doing, this time, hasty in his actions. He wasn't as sluggish as he was when Nelly was still alive. I couldn't pinpoint why I had speculated about his activities, but I did. Wondering if, like Pascal, Fred wanted her dead? “I assumed she told you something and wished to know
He nodded at the question, running his hand through his hair as he turned to face me. There was a red tint on his cheeks as he did so. “I learned most of the things I know when I was in high school. I didn't have the best memories of that place, but there were things I learned that helped me.” He smiled, reminiscing the old days. The small smile on his face was enough to show just how much he missed high school. It was in his gaze and the way his eyes sparkled just speaking of it. “It sounds like you had some fun time in high school.”He nodded. “Yeah, there were.” He held the door open, smiling at me. “Let's go.”I stepped towards him, glancing back in the room once more before I strode out of the room, and into a dimly lit corridor. Blinking and squinting couldn't help me out. I was as blind as a bat. Fred closed the door behind him and took my hand in his. “I will lead you out of this place. I know it's too dark for your eyes,” he explained, to let me know why he held me. Noddi
I smiled at that before a thought came to mind. I stepped back from him and looked towards the car, at Storm, who was leaning casually on it, with his arms folded and a smile on his face. It was the first time I'd seen an expression that was not a frown on his face.“Are you two the only ones here?” I turned to Jeremy, raising my eyebrows to accompany the question.“No, we came with others.” As he spoke, three other vans pulled up. “Is there any problem?” He questioned as his gaze went towards Fred, who was acting like he wanted to disappear.Had Jeremy not glanced towards him, I would have forgotten about him until it was time to question him about some odd things that happened there.“Yes. Pascal is —”Fred held my hand, shaking his head, his eyes wide in fear. “Let's get out of here,” he said urgently, looking at me with large, scared eyes. “Let's leave him and —”“No, we have to get him.” Removing his hand from mine, I turned to Jeremy. “Follow that path to his hideout. Don't harm
SUMMERIt had been a week since Pascal kidnapped me. After that night, we drove Fred back to his house, and the hunters took Pascal and Nelly's body to the morgue. Storm drove me back to the hospital and Jeremy offered to keep an eye on me. Not that he offered to do that. He stood his ground stubbornly and refused to leave my side.He didn't want a repeat of what happened that afternoon and was hell-bent on staying with me all day, neglecting his health. I let him be when I discovered he wasn't leaving my side like he promised. He was stubborn about that, showing he had no intentions of going anywhere, even if it killed him.With his hawk-like eyes following me everywhere I went, I couldn't check the paper I got from Nelly and opted to keep it until I had the chance to open it.My mates were yet to wake from their comatose state. Though they had regained their skin colour, they were yet to open their eyes. Each day, the nurses give them fluid through the IV drip. To sustain them, she
SUMMERIt had been a week since Pascal kidnapped me. After that night, we drove Fred back to his house, and the hunters took Pascal and Nelly's body to the morgue. Storm drove me back to the hospital and Jeremy offered to keep an eye on me. Not that he offered to do that. He stood his ground stubbornly and refused to leave my side.He didn't want a repeat of what happened that afternoon and was hell-bent on staying with me all day, neglecting his health. I let him be when I discovered he wasn't leaving my side like he promised. He was stubborn about that, showing he had no intentions of going anywhere, even if it killed him.With his hawk-like eyes following me everywhere I went, I couldn't check the paper I got from Nelly and opted to keep it until I had the chance to open it.My mates were yet to wake from their comatose state. Though they had regained their skin colour, they were yet to open their eyes. Each day, the nurses give them fluid through the IV drip. To sustain them, she
Tears poured from my eyes as I watched him. I couldn't explain how I felt, looking at my mates, whom I thought would take months before they woke from slumber. It was so fucking….Sniffing, I closed the distance between us and enveloped him in a hug, my eyes misty with tears. “Mitch!” I cried, hugging him tight. “It's alright, I'm okay,” he assured, patting my back. “You don't have to cry. It's okay. We are okay, safe.”“Like always, Mitch manages to steal the show,” Mike grumbled. Breaking away from the hug with Mitch, I rushed over to him, almost jumping on him as I hugged him before I did the same to Miles, who was staring at me as if I committed a crime. “Wasn't I supposed to be the first to receive a hug?” He pouted like a baby. “Why did I receive it last when Mitch should have been the one!”“Complaining like a kid, are you?” I tapped his nose, smiling when he cradled it, peering at me with a frown. “Am I wrong? You are always treating Mitch better than you treat me,” he arg
Mitch gritted his teeth, looking at me as if he couldn't think of what to do at the moment. The way his eyes narrowed at me made it seem like he wanted to snap my head off at any minute.“It turned out Fred was the one all along. He —”“Fred?” Miles scoffed. “Are you certain Nelly told the truth? What if she had a vendetta with him before her death? It couldn't just be. The Fred I know is not only clumsy but timid. There is no way in fucking hell he would be the one causing havoc.” “That's true,” Mitch supported. “He couldn't have done that. You must be mistaken. Fred is too much of a scaredy-cat to do something like this.”Mike nodded at their words, agreeing to it. I wouldn't blame them, though. Just like them, I didn't believe Fred could do something like this. However, after spending half the day with him, I realized there was more to him than met the eye.“I doubt you know Fred as much as you think you do. You only know the part he wants you to, and not the real him,” I argued,
We didn't hear from Fred throughout the week. No one knew where he went to, and neither did we get any news about him. He switched his phone off, and none of us could contact him. When we tried his house, we discovered it he had taken everything with him, showing he planned this from the time we escaped from Pascal. Once more, we were left with no lead. It felt like the more we tried to get to him, the farther he went from us. I had Storm and Jeremy scour the entire city for him, but nothing fruitful came out of it. There was no news of Fred. It seemed he had left for the human city, making it impossible for us to trace him.“Still thinking about Fred?” Mitch walked over to me and placed a kiss on my left cheek before he sat next to me, placing his hand behind me on the couch.“How did you know?” I looked up at him with a frown, wondering how he knew my thoughts. I was aware they could only speak in their minds, but not in other people's minds, and they can't hear thoughts.“You alw