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Ophelia stood at the door, hesitant to take another step forward to find that it was all a dream. But it wasn’t. Noah stood on the side with a gentle smile on his face, he shifted his weight to one side and waited for Ophelia to get comfortable enough to enter. Noah had a hard time reading her expression, it was blank and void. However, he wasn’t greedy to ask for anything. Not after what they have been through. He could only imagine the pain that Ophelia is going through, she saw her own family - her clan, slaughtered in the dirt. He couldn’t even begin to relate to what she could be feeling. All he wanted was to relieve her of some of the pain, by giving her a gift he thought she needed. A home. Ophelia carefully studied the room. The moonlight was flooding through the balcony opposite to her. White Chiffon curtains are drawn apart, delicately flowing to the parquet floor. Against the left wall, a king-sized bed was centered. Atop it was a curtain canopy of similar white chiffo
‘I’m just being hopeful,’ Bernard said in the back of his mind. He trusted Garelt’s abilities, he even admitted that they were far superior to his own tracking skills. In short, if there has been someone there, he would get a trace back to them - or at least that’s what was supposed to happen. Garelt returned at the crack of dawn. Ryan pulled open the gates to let the wolf through. Garelt’s brown fur was coated with a thick layer of snow that he dusted away. “So?” Ryan asked raising a brow, he watched the wolf circle around his own tail before laying on the dirt. Ryan caught that he must be tired. He sighed and joined him on the ground, using Garelt’s fur to warm his cold hands. Usually Garelt would growl and bite his hands away. Ryan figured that it was because he was either too tired to react or thankful that he stayed up this late to wait for him to return. Ryan doubted the latter. “Aren’t you going to change back?” Ryan asked, looking at the fur head next to him. Garelt whim
“Ophelia?” She snapped back to reality and glanced at Noah. He lay on his tummy while supporting his elbow on a floral pattern pillow, a book spread open before him. From the look on his face, it appears that he has been calling her for quite some time. “Did you hear anything I just said?” Noah wondered, tilting his head as he studied her closely. “Of course,” she lied. Noah frowned before he sighed and relaxed his shoulder while sitting up straight on the bed. “You don’t have to lie you know,” he muttered, not lifting his eyes. He knew exactly the effect it had on Ophelia, she hated to be cornered within a conversation. “Sorry,” she sighed, setting her book down. “I was just lost in my thoughts again.” Asking her what was on her mind would be a waste of effort since his own mind was a similar mess. The moon was already high up in the sky, extending its faint crescent light through the window. The weak beam of light fell right on Ophelia, her silver hair glowed like a
Garelt covered his mouth as he yawned again. He lost count of how many times it has been already since he left his room.He was walking down the hallway with Ryan. Garelt barely got the time to wash up and jump into the first denim jeans and hoodie that he found before Ryan half dragged and half carried him out of the room. On the other hand, Ryan was back into his uniform, his deep-navy hair carefully combed to either side of his temples.Garelt always wondered how Ryan managed to keep his uniform ironed throughout the day. They walked like polar opposites down the hallway, heading to the Alpha’s office.“You should have at least let me do my hair,” Garelt whined, stopping by to see his reflection in a window arrayed down the hallway.
Ophelia sat there cautious of herself amid the room filled with adults. It wasn’t the first time she found herself with Bernard, Valarie, the knight commanders Ryan, and lastly their best tracker Garelt. However, it was too much to have all their eyes on her, she wondered why they called her here so out of the blue. But was it really out of the blue? After everything that has happened, they would obviously need a minute with her to set things straight. What were they going to do starting now? It didn’t require a genius to understand that their hands were tied up. They had so little to go on she could guess that Garelt’s search didn’t change much. Deep down she was anticipating the moment the Alpha kicks her out and says that they have helped her to the limit of their power, and there was nothing left to do. The overthinking of what would become of her sent shivers down her spine. A rogue. A big word for a small girl to use. That was what she believed would be her end, howe
Ophelia forgot to breathe as she nodded. “George White,” she muttered, her head hanging low on her shoulder as her mind ran a 1oo mile per hour. “George White?” It was Bernard who quoted the name. It sounded familiar to him. It wasn’t abnormal for each clan to know the influential wolves of another. Perhaps he had met him before? “The Knight Commander of the Crescents,” Ophelia said unconsciously as if someone else answered from within her. “Lord White.” Ryan took a deep breath and shared an uncertain glance with Gaerlt and together they stared at Bernard. The three men in the room including Valarie, were sharing the same disrupting thought. Was it a coincidence? They found themselves wondering what if it wasn’t. It would mean that they knew - that Lord White knew beforehand what was awaiting them, and to save the children, he sent them away. But if they already knew, how was there so much evidence that they were toke off guard? “Ophelia,” Bernard called, dragging the girl f
Noah was still in shock from Ophelia’s outburst. It was the first time he has seen her deliver this side of her. The side she keeps hidden. This wasn’t just momentary anger because Ryan said the wrong words. It was the accumulation of many days, starting from the day she ran away - no from the moment she saw her estate on fire with her brother Luke, till this moment today. Day after day the pain escalated to a degree far from what she imagined, and it went beyond that to the point where she lost track of it. She was faring well so far however, she couldn’t hold back her irritation and burst out at Ryan. It was the force needed to hold back, she was getting sick of it. For once, she desired to break loose. Her eyes shot daggers at Ryan, though deep down she knew that it wasn’t his fault she was so angry but she didn’t care. She was beyond reasoning. Noah hesitated to intervene. The fury he saw in her eyes was one he has never seen before. Behind her lilac-violet eyes, there was
“This will be it for today’s class,” the teacher said as she yanked the glasses off her nose. Ophelia let out a deep sigh as she stretched her arms above her head, feeling the tension it caused in her sides. She has been sitting there for a solid 2 hours. Noah and Hero joined her, sitting on either side of her on the long table. They both seemed just as tired as her from sitting and paying attention. It took more energy than it seemed.“Thank you, Lady Margret,” they said in unison, watching the woman pack her things. Margret was in her 40s or at least that’s what Ophelia heard from Noah. Despite her old age, she was still single without a mate. “Some say that she rejected her mate to focus on her studies,” Hero whispered to her amid class, only to have Lady Margret scold him as he did. Ophelia couldn’t help but feel attracted to the woman. It was hard to tell her age, from her smooth skin. It only seemed visible when the wrinkles form on her cheeks and forehead when she laughs o