A few more days have passed since Amelia Crawford's unexpected visit.
My back pains continued to manifest more and more each day as my stomach swelled, throwing off my center of gravity by much. It was odd how quickly it was growing and how the changes within a short period of time were incredibly noticeable at a glance. Because of this, Dylan has been stubbornly insisting on doing everything for me—even giving me a bath on days that I failed to persuade him not to. Although, I did like the extra attention if I were being honest.Thus, besides my pregnancy, our days have been pretty much uneventful. Or at least that was the case for us.Having a television meant having easy access to current news instantly. Riots were still rampant all over the country while businesses handled by packs who lost their leaders were still struggling with getting back on their feet. Enzo has also probably branched out to different cities with his agenda, distributing free silver"Bennet, talk to me."Dylan, upon realizing that we were staring at him in curiosity, sighed and put the call on speaker while holding the phone up for everyone in the room to hear. "Where are you?" Enzo's voice echoed, devoid of any hint of his usual haughtiness. "Isabella's with you, right?"He glanced at me and nodded. "Yeah, she's with me. We're taking shelter at doc's clinic.""Good good. Stay there, Lance will come to get you in a bit.""Where are we going?""It's time to move," there was no explanation but we seemed to all know exactly what he was trying to say. "The doctor is coming with us. Isabella is due soon if I'm not mistaken.""Yeah.""See you at the airport.""Wait, what do you mean—"The phone cut off without warning and Dylan cursed under his breath before crushing the burner phone with his bare hand per protocol. I dropped my gaze to stare at my lap while fiddling with my fingers. Just when I thought that we got to take a break for a while, things like this happen.
The sun began to peek through the horizon, bathing the city in a golden early morning glow that reminded me of Dylan's eyes. I've never really taken a moment to simply admire the sunrise so I didn't realize until now how mesmerizing it was to witness the city slowly waking up as it went higher up in the sky. It was such a shame that instead of seeing the usual bustle in this part of the city, my eyes only caught sight of the aftermath of the rampage that went on the night before.As the birds chirped along the nearly deserted sidewalks, I peeled my gaze off of the road, disturbed by the bodies that were laying on the ground. There were brownish spots on the pavement—most likely dried blood. I often saw someone flinch but most of them just laid motionlessly.All these were happening because of some stupid social class division that we made for ourselves, but once they were all devoid of life, it was barely possible to tell which was a human or a werewolf.
"Take this in case you feel dizzy during the flight," Dr. Johnson told me while handing a bottle of presumably motion sickness medicine towards me in which I took gratefully with a small nod. "It's safe for pregnant women, but as much as possible, try avoiding taking one.""Got it."Dr. Johnson then walked back to his seat and immediately continued to type something furiously on his laptop as he had been doing before he came over to me to hand some medicine. I placed the bottle on the compartment on my seat's armrest where drinks were supposed to go. Dylan turned to me, concern evidently etched on his face, before reaching out a hand and resting his palm on my forehead."You good?" he asked. "You should drink more water if you're feeling motion sick."I shook my head as I replied, "I'm okay. I feel a lot better than I expected I would."I held his hand and pulled it away from my forehead to bring it to my mouth to plant a soft kiss on his knuckles. Oddly enough, it wa
Dylan couldn't help but shake his leg in anxiety as he looked at the passing buildings through the tinted windows. His eyes feasted on the sight of the aftermath of even worse riots and rampages at the capital, but his mind wandered off to his mate."I should be over there," he mumbled to himself before biting his lower lip so hard that it bled. His nails dug into his palms as he clenched his hands into fists. "I shouldn't leave her alone like this."Dr. Johnson, with the help of the cabin crew, had set up a makeshift operating room at the aircraft since transporting Isabella to a proper medical facility was too risky, considering that her pregnancy was a little out of ordinary in the first place. He insisted to stay and wait until the surgery was over but Enzo convinced him at it would be better to make use of that time instead to plan out the attack properly.Dylan thought that the sooner it was over, the sooner he could come back to Isabella…and his child. Bu
The next moment Dylan opened his eyes, he was greeted by the same ceiling that he last remembered he was staring at, except that his room was bathed in an orange hue that made the old room look a little bit better. Sitting up, he flinched at the growing headache and his eyes stung.He brought up an arm to his face to wipe off the stains of tears in his cheeks with the sleeve of his jacket. When he glanced at the sky through his window, the sun was already starting to set at the horizon.Since Enzo was probably giving them the rest of the day to breathe before jumping into action yet again seeing as he wasn't disturbed even once despite being asleep the entire afternoon, he decided to go out and take a stroll around the neighborhood, which probably was not a good idea considering how sketchy everything in the area looked. But he decided that idling around wouldn't be good for his mental health so he forced himself to jump off the bed.After a quick shower and changing
"So, this is where the building is," Enzo explained as he pointed to a particular spot in the map that he laid down on the table. The rebels, along with Amelia and Dylan, leaned in to get a closer look. "As expected, it's quite far from the presidential estate. It might be around an hour and a half drive from there but Lance and I will be going out first thing in the morning tomorrow to confirm that."Dylan looked at him as he talked. There was a slight hint of redness in the corner of his eyes but despite his pale skin, it wasn't so bad that it was noticeable at first glance. Perhaps it was quite easy for him to detect it since he witnessed him crying his eyeballs out just a few hours ago.The stroll back to the inn was silent but nowhere near uncomfortable. It was almost like they reached some level of closeness due to the event, but once they walked out through the cemetery gates, neither of them spoke about it."A larger team will be dispatched here," Enzo c
I took a random onesie from the tall heap of clothes on the bed and raised it on eye level. It was an adorable tiger onesie, complete with striped ears and tail. Laughing, I turned my head towards Dylan who was staring at little Felix in his crib, and showed him the clothing. "Look at this. It's so cute!"He peeled his gaze off of him to look at me before flashing me a smile. "Yeah, it is adorable. Felix would look great in that."We never really had the time to shop for clothes and essentials for Felix but it was a good thing that everyone—Dr. Johnson, Amelia, James, Lance, and even Enzo—were more than willing to do the shopping for us. Now, even as I was already digging through the pile of clothes, they were still opening more shopping bags and dumping them into the onesie mountain."Enzo chose that one," Amelia announced while fishing out another onesie from a bag. Her face then broke into a grin and she held the clothing up for everyone to see. "But this! This loo
I rocked Felix in my arms back and forth as I studied the scenery outside through the windows. The inn was run-down, blending in perfectly with the equally shady and unkempt establishments outside that lined the cracked streets. Beside from Dr. Johnson who had been constantly checking in with Felix and I as well as personally delivering my meals, I haven't been seeing anyone else for the past couple of days at least. Being locked up in this room, although undeniably spacious enough to get my daily step count in, was almost making me feel claustrophobic and lose my sense of time.After confirming that Felix was finally asleep, I gently and slowly tucked him into his crib. He groaned softly and moved to hug his favorite pillow. I smiled at the sight before turning to the now-empty wall facing the bed. The white walls had a few stains and cracks but the drill holes were especially prominent. There used to be a mounted television there but, per Enzo's instructions, was removed. He pr
Felix watched the cherry blossom trees through the window. A book that he was supposed to read sat on his lap, but the last thing he wanted to do was study. The weather seemed too nice to spend the day doing something as exhausting as studying. If his tutor would allow him so, he would’ve run out to the grassy field outside and laid down as pink petals rain over him while he admired the clear skies. He heard the door creak open and he failed to suppress his groan. Begrudgingly, he took his book and opened it to a random page to pretend that he had been doing what he was supposed to be doing all this time. “It’s been a while.” He looked up from the page he was staring at and found Addie hovering by the doorway. She was wearing a dress and light makeup while a small smile hung on her lips. It was his first time seeing her in a couple of months, and in such garb at that! Felix let his book fall onto the floor as he jumped out of his seat to run to her. A
“So, you’re still not over that plan of yours to convince humans to cooperate with us?” Addie questioned Enzo with a raised eyebrow. She sighed and leaned against the backrest of her chair. “I thought we were going to use the high-security personnel? They don’t hire humans for that.” “You see, that security team’s strength is in numbers,” the werewolf began to explain. “They are excellent individually, of course. But their strength is amplified by much because they work as a single unit.” “And so?” “Dylan. Ash. Ethan,” he said as he raised a finger for each name before pointing a thumb at himself. “And me. We’re going to be taking them on one-by-one, as much as we can.” Felix gasped in amazement. “Wow, really?” “Yes. Then…” he leaned towards the table, pressing his palms against it for support. His red eyes glinted with mischief, just as it always did whenever he comes up with an idea he’s confi
Addie took a cautious step back into the hut. At the opposite corner of the room, she found her father sitting on the floor with his hands handcuffed behind him. She expected Felix to at least land a punch, but surprisingly, Mr. Barlowe was unscathed. She wasn’t certain whether Felix being able to overwhelm her father by his pheromones alone was frightening or impressive. The scent of familiar pheromones still lingered in the air, but it wasn’t enough to make it difficult to breathe. To her right, she saw Felix opening a window to air out the room. She then removed her helmet and goggles to properly meet his gaze. “Hey,” he said with a small smile. With a tilt of his head, he gestured towards Mr. Barlowe who was sitting silently in the corner. “If you want to talk to him, you should do so before he passes out.” That’s when Addie realized that Felix had deliberately avoided leaving any noticeable injury on her father out of consideration for her. She smiled ba
Addie realized that it became easier to breathe. Her lungs didn’t burn and the lightheadedness was gone. She took a deep breath and true enough, Felix had stopped emitting his pheromones. He was only a half-blood but his pheromones could easily overwhelm full-blooded werewolves. She shuddered to think about just how strong his father, Dylan Hayes, was. “Do you feel better now?” Felix looked up at her, his eyes back to their ordinarily dark hue. Without the golden eyes, his features were prominently Isabella’s. “Yes. Thank you.” Then, they pulled away from the hug. He thought about how nice it felt while it lasted and was guilty for thinking that his sudden pheromone outburst had at least amounted to something. Felix grabbed his goggles and helmet that were left abandoned on the dirty floor moments prior to put them back on. But just when he was about to, Addie spoke. “About earlier…” His hands froze and he felt her gaze on him, but for some re
It had only been a few months but the nostalgia hit Felix harder than he expected. It was difficult to properly look at the familiar poorly maintained streets and shanties through the dark tint of the van windows and his oversized goggles as they drove through. There were a bunch of stalls and carts set up on either side of the road, just as it always did at this time of the year. Though many were still skeptical about the whole werewolf-human coexistence propaganda, it had become a tradition to treat the presidential visit in the outskirts as some kind of a festival. Some stalls had a display of an assortment of homemade delicacies while others advertised fun games. Felix remembered running around the neighborhood as a child with a few loose change in his pocket. All the games and food made him excited so James would make him wear contact lenses despite his protests. When he grew older, they would have their own business set up on the road instead of celebrating. Ei
“It might snow today.” Felix turned to his right and found Addie. She had her head tilted up to join him in staring at the night sky. Thick, gray clouds made it impossible to see a single star. “Seems so.” “You nervous?” She craned her neck to meet his gaze. He should’ve felt embarrassed to be caught staring, but he kept the eye contact, letting himself drown into her now -familiar silvery eyes. Addie stared back, a small smile slowly making its way to her lips, “You’re nervous.” “Does it show?” “Yes,” Addie held up a hand to cup his face. Gently, she grazed his cheekbone with her thumb. “Your eyes turned yellow again.” She had her hair up into a ponytail and he wondered whether the cold wasn’t bothering her at all, so his gaze trailed down to her red ears then to her bare neck. Wordlessly, he took off his scarf and wrapped it around her. She seemed to be surprised at the gesture but grateful nonetheless. It was the scarf his mother ha
Isabella’s bullet wound had reduced into an almost-scar. There was still some noticeable redness and swelling on her skin, but she already regained full mobility on her right arm. Nonetheless, when she decided to finally get out of bed that morning, Dylan insisted on assisting her. Despite finding his concern flattering, she couldn’t help but get slightly annoyed at the exaggeration of it all. Craning her head to her left, she cocked a brow at her lover who had a strong arm snaked around her waist to support half of her body weight as she walked. “Dylan, my injury is on my shoulder. Even if my wound isn’t healed yet, I can still walk just fine on my own.” It took a few weeks for his pheromones to heal her wound as the bullet was lodged quite deeply into her flesh, almost penetrating through her back. But for a human, that was already more than impressive. “But…” he looked back at her with a frown and an adorable subtle pout. “What if you fall and hit
“You should live on without me.” Dylan’s voice echoed in her ears, drowning out the sound of the breeze blowing and the curtains flapping. Amidst her shock, she only had enough strength to slowly shake her head and say, “No. I-I don’t want to.” “Without my pheromones, the first few months would be difficult,” he smiled wider as he explained, but the bitterness in it and in his voice was still evident. “But since you’re human, your body can adjust to it slowly.” No, that’s not what I meant, she thought. Tears blurred her vision, and the painful lump in her throat didn’t allow her voice to come out. Isabella wanted to argue or move to embrace him and keep him from leaving. How can I live without you? He cupped her face and wiped away her tears with a thumb. His touch was gentle…too gentle. It felt as if he was paranoid about bruising her skin again. “After all, this bond wasn’t meant to happen in the first place.” His
The sound of the gates creaking open gave Isabella the strength to snap out of her fear and push Lucas away. She spotted a familiar figure standing by the gates through her peripheral view and she swore she felt her heart drop to her stomach right then. Slowly, she turned her head and, true enough, Dylan was right there, out of breath and shooting daggers at Lucas with his dark eyes. Lucas, confused and annoyed at the interference, followed her line of vision and found the werewolf standing a few yards away from where they sat. He sighed and stood up, returning the same menace he was giving him. “I assume your Isabella’s husband?” “D-Dylan…” Lucas briefly looked at her past his shoulder before scoffing at him. “‘Dylan’? I heard people around here call you ‘Kent’.” Dylan didn’t bother replying. He turned his gaze to Isabella, who remained frozen in fear on her blanket, and took brisk steps towards her. He noticed how her eyes darkened with his every st