~After what happened today, I went back to my room. Amelia went back to her house too as we promised to meet some other time.I was so bored, there was nothing for me to do, no one to talk to.After meeting Amelia today that's when I realize I've been so lonely.I wanted to keep myself busy with something but I couldn't find any. I took my bath and wore a pink tank top and a short, I let my platinum waist length blonde hair pour at my back. I then decided to take a stroll around the pack house.The pack house is so beautiful, the beauty in it is enough to ease my boredom. But I was still bored.I felt like reading and drinking coffee....I was still walking inside the pack house when I came to a certain huge door.....Oh yeah that reminds me, this room belongs to Roman. I remember seeing him and Nara here.What were they doing??Whatever.... That's none of my business.When I got into the room, I was surprised by what I saw. The room was more like an office. Different books that were
Writer's POVMila waited patiently for some seconds after replying and no response was forthcoming, she then looked up only to find Roman gazing dreamily at her.She found it so weird.Mila followed Roman's gaze only to see him staring at her exposed body.Now, she felt so dirty, she felt like a seductive goddess, it seems like she came to his room only to seduce him. Her eyes moistened up as she remembered how she just let her guard down. This was so unbearable for her!!!Roman's eyes were still trailing down on her body, she couldn't bear it anymore. "I'm sorry." She said to him tears trickled down her cheeks and she dropped the book she was reading in between sniffles."Huh!!" Roman inquired, raising his left brow in confusion."I'm......so..I'm... sorry." She stuttered and ran out of the room. All she needed right now was to be alone and cry her eyes out. She felt she just kissed the same guy that ordered her death."What are you sorry for?" Roman yelled from behind bu
Marc's POV "If you don't listen to me, Harlow dies..." She said to me, Harlow? My heart skipped a beat at the sound of the name, and I was frozen in time with my eyes glued to her face, and my heart racing at the thoughts of her words.What had suddenly happened to me was what I could not fathom. It was as though there was a certain fear that gripped me, one which almost caused me to run out of breath, and also have sweat drops suddenly rolling down my face.Her name stirred inside of me a feeling I had never experienced, and a reminisce of her face and features which seemed to have been wiped off by the troubles that came with my position.My knees were weakened, and it only took the strength of the gods to remain on my feet and stable. I looked away from her, looking aside as I thought of Harlow. My beloved was out there, somewhere, while I remained here, drowning in thoughts of her voice and the feel of her skin against mine. But while I was lost in my train of thoughts, I could
Marc's POV "If you don't listen to me, Harlow dies..." She said to me, Harlow? My heart skipped a beat at the sound of the name, and I was frozen in time with my eyes glued to her face, and my heart racing at the thoughts of her words.What had suddenly happened to me was what I could not fathom. It was as though there was a certain fear that gripped me, one which almost caused me to run out of breath, and also have sweat drops suddenly rolling down my face.Her name stirred inside of me a feeling I had never experienced, and a reminisce of her face and features which seemed to have been wiped off by the troubles that came with my position.My knees were weakened, and it only took the strength of the gods to remain on my feet and stable. I looked away from her, looking aside as I thought of Harlow. My beloved was out there, somewhere, while I remained here, drowning in thoughts of her voice and the feel of her skin against mine. But while I was lost in my train of thoughts, I could
Harlow's POV"She was a friend, a daughter, a committed follower... and a sister. She was one willing to trade her life for the safety of her sisters" one of the witches who stood at the far end uttered those words.We stood at the river bank, though not exactly close to where the waves and tides would push the waters to touch our feet. Dressed in black, I stood there, looking at the deep ground which was dug for Gwen's body, and I looked afar towards Gwen who laid there, lifeless.The best I could remember, she was one of the liveliest people I ever met, a joyous soul with a touch of authority and bravery. But here we gathered, honoring the dead, about to put her body in the earth where she would become one with nature.I fought back the tears that tried rolling down my eyes, and I wiped off my dripping nostrils, and sniffled hard at the pain her death had caused to us all."Find peace, sister," the lady uttered again.I stood and watched as the other ladies walked towards where Gwen
Third POVA few weeks had passed since it was officially stated that Harlow had lost the child. It occurred in a matter of seconds, without having any time for a remedy. And for Harlow, it felt as though a part of her was cut off from her being, as though she had lost the most important asset of her existence.She confided deeply in herself, confining herself in a certain room for days, not uttering a word, and refusing any edible substance to aid her survival."It's been weeks, Harlow!" One of the elderly women of the coven said to her. She had stepped into the room, holding in her hand a tray which contained bowels and plates filled with food, whose smelling savour had filled the room While another would easily rush after what sweetened the nose, she remained on the bed, laying with her hands tied and placed on her chest, and her eyes fixed on the ceiling. "Harlow, you can't keep doing this to yourself" the lady uttered. She dropped the heavy item she held in her hand and walked t
Harlow's POV A bright light shone from above upon my face, one which pierced through my closed eyelids and forced me to wake from my subconscious. I had my hands placed over my eyes by reflex, and looked away from this source with a slight hiss. I blinked numerous times, closing my eyes for long and opening them before I was able to have the perfect view of where I was. I felt something around my skin. From the feel I could tell it was a minute organism. Yet as minute and inconsiderable it could be, I felt the discomfort of having something creep around my neck regionI slammed my palm against my neck, and checked back again to realize my palm coated in blood. The quantity alone was enough to prove my thoughts wrong. But when I glared at my hands and tried to wipe off the blood from my hands, I shrieked at the feel of a bigger creature creeping over my legs, striking a feat inside of me that caused me to yell and roll on the ground before I stood from the ground. I ran from whe
Marc's POV"We need more men at the eastern section" one of the guards said to me"And why is that?" I asked him"The people feel insecure, and unsafe. It gives them the impression that you must have abandoned them" the guard said again to me.Abandoned them? That was so untrue of my leadership. Perhaps I must have forgotten about the others and focused only on the elite, and this was probably what could have caused a deviation in the hearts of the people away from me. I needed to set things right, and make sure that the people understood my greatest concern for their safety.I stand at the window, my heart heavy with sorrow. The sun is sinking below the horizon, but it does little to lift my spirits. All I can think of is Harlow, the woman I love with all my being. But she is gone, her memories lost to some cruel twist of fate. I can't even look at her picture without feeling the pain of her absence. It feels as if a part of me has been torn away, leaving a gaping hole in my chest.