Callista.The dark-haired man smells so nice. Like sea breeze and pinecones, mixed with hints of smoke. I remember the sea that I’d seen on my way out of the first city, how fresh it felt, how liberating. Now, he’s got his arms around me, and they are so nice. Strong. He’s tall and muscular, and so very warm around me. Something inside me sighs in relief upon seeing him. I feel happy.Outside the room, rain pours. It’s so loud, and thunder and lightning flash. Involuntarily, I flinch. Something whines in my mind, but I can’t make sense of it. Instead, I turn to the safety of the man who is holding me.But I can’t ignore it, not really. My mind is a mess. I can feel it. I can’t focus, my attention keeps darting. I can’t remember much; my memory is spotty.I don’t know the man who’s holding me.“Who are you?” I ask, voice polite and timid, because he’s nice. I really want to know who he is. He feels so familiar.“What do you mean who I am?” The dark-haired man’s face scrunches, incredul
Theon.When Callista lunged I was pretty sure she was coming for my throat. My hands were already up to defend myself, but not to fight her. I’ve hurt her enough. All I had to do was contain her before she hurt herself, I didn’t care if she managed to punch me or something Goddess knew I deserved it.But all she wanted to harm was air.She falls down next to me with a thud, punching at the ground. Her knuckles hurl at the stone floors over and over again at a speed that would envy a full werewolf, until blood sprouts off them. For a moment, I can only stare at her in horror and surprise, but then I snap into my senses.“Callista, stop!” I try to wrap my arms around her torso and take her off the ground. But she squirms worse than a fussy newborn, and with her size, she manages to wiggle out of my grip to punch the floor a couple more times.One of her elbows catches me in the jaw, making me stumble back. She’s surprisingly strong as well.Callista doesn’t even notice what she’d done,
Theon.Kellin’s tone is purposefully even as he utters that name. His tone only gets even when he has really, really bad news to deliver. Considering how the name Edwin Kane doesn’t ring any bells, I can only assume that what he’s going to say next is going to be my next headache.“And he has promised the pack revenge.”Bingo, right on the bullseye.I curse. “That’s rich, coming from the pack that made the first move. If they kept their hands off one of my wolves, nothing like this would have happened.”“The situation is delicate considering Callista’s status in our own pack. Technically, she was never initiated into the Rexellen pack.” Kellin reminds me.I hate politics.“We need to get that issue fixed, then. In the meantime, keep a heavy lookout on everything.” I order him. “Close off and monitor the pack borders closely, control the number of people going outside. Trade routes need to be monitored very, very closely. If anyone wants to commute, glamour them.”“Yes, Alpha.”“And ke
Callista.When I wake up, again, Dr. Haeger tells me what had happened.I had no memory of the event. In fact, I didn’t remember what happened after he left the room the other day, leaving me alone with Theon. And then thunder had cracked and…Black. That was all there was. Apparently, I’d forgotten who Theon was and tried to attack the phantom of my sister who was taunting him and attacking him. That’s why my knuckles were busted, and there was a smear of blood on the floor next to me. That’s why I feel so exhausted already, I’d gone head-to-head with a phantom of all things. A hallucination.As if being like I was already not enough, fate just had to go and put the proverbial cheery on top of the shit-sundae by fucking up my brain.Figures.It irked me how I could not remember, frightened me because this was not supposed to happen. And the explanation the doctor gave me chills me to my bones.“So, it’s an effect of the Chamber of Despair?” I ask him as we walk out of the laboratory.
Callista. I felt sorry for Dr. Haeger, I really did. Not knowing the answers on how to treat your patient must suck for a doctor of his caliber. The man just wanted to help me. Which is why I decided to redirect his attention. “I understand your concern, doctor, and I really am touched that you care so much about my wellbeing,” I tell him as earnestly as I can manage. “Maybe we can put that issue to the back burner for now and focus on my mental issues instead? Advanced healing is a good thing, right? Maybe it’s just a lucky side effect of the whole affair, maybe my wolf would finally make an appearance…” Dr. Haeger shot me a look before shrugging. “Alright. Let’s focus on your mental issues. You forgot me and Theon, but you remembered Ruelle. But then again, you’ve known Ruelle for far longer than you knew us.” He muses. “Which is why I thought it was retrograde amnesia at first, you know, forgetting your most recent memories. But you remembered that Ruelle had died.” “It’s selec
Callista.I don’t know who this woman is. I’d never seen her before. Yet she watches me with the intensity of someone I should really watch my back with, because a woman who confidently wears a sword like that in this day and age? She definitely knows how to use that, and I do not want her to use it on me. And don’t get me wrong, her face is so impassive, not showing any emotion at all.But I know she’s watching me with interest.I don’t know what to focus on more, the sword or the hair, because both of them are equally fascinating. The hair is the exact shade of fire in the night. The sword looks lethal. Hell, I’d never seen anyone wear a sword period. Not in the 21st century.I’m curious about her.“Are you Callista Leander?” She asks me in a sonorous voice.My guard rises up immediately. She knows me, or at least, knows about me, and I know nothing of her. That’s enough for me to be paranoid. I’m not exactly in my right mental state here, and that’s making me antsy dealing with peo
Callista.There it is. Morbidly, I pat myself on the back for guessing that before. Internally, of course. Externally, I stay frozen, staring at her with wide eyes. I don’t try to talk, because I had far too much experience with the skittish type wolves and did not want to set off the same person who admitted she wanted me dead for killing my sister who tried to kill me.Oh, man, I’m going to be offed by a sword in the middle of a hospital compound, aren’t I?“But then Theon tells me that it isn’t true.” She shakes her head, and I breathe just a little. Theon had told her that, which means he believes me now. This very thought brings me joy, but not without bitterness. Took him too much time and too many sacrifices on my part to realize that didn’t it? I had to bleed on a stone slab for him to even entertain the idea. “He tells me that you didn’t murder your sister. That you just wanted to get away, and she chased you. Makes one wonder, how exactly did her death occur if it wasn’t wit
Theon.“Have you seen Valencia?” I ask Haden who I’d found on my search, checking the machine guns on the castle walls, “I can’t find her anywhere.”She disappeared after chatting in my office after the Council had called a meeting, and when I returned, she was nowhere to be seen inside the castle. At first, I was concerned, but then I remembered that Valencia knew this castle like the back of her hand, there’s no way she would get into any sort of trouble by getting lost.Haden stills upon hearing that. Slowly he moves his incredulous gaze from the gun he’s checking at me.“Valencia?” He asks, “Valencia Everheart? Galdine pack’s Valencia?”I wince. “You hadn’t heard, have you?”“Damn right, I hadn’t heard, what the hell is she doing here?” Crossing his arms, he demands. “Now of all times!”“She came to visit after hearing about Ruelle’s death.”Valencia Everheart was not someone I thought I would see ever again. One of the best sword-fighting wolves there was, who was the daughter of
Theon.Barely concealing my mounting anger, I follow Valencia.I didn't know why she was so snappish at Callista before, but I'd chalked that up to her having her own issues to deal with. Perhaps she got a troubling message from her pack. Perhaps her father was calling her back to the Galdine pack to carry on with her duties.The only reason I asked for a sparring session was to show her that she had a lot to teach Callista still. Callista absolutely obliterating her in the duel was something I did not expect. I knew Callista had a natural talent for swordsmanship, but the way she moved today was similar to that of a pro. She defeated Valencia in record time, and she did that while using a real sword for the first time. That was almost unheard of, and I still wonder how she did that without even injuring herself.I saw the way Valencia fought with Callista, and I noticed how towards the end Valencia aimed at her gut.I watched with fear as the sharp sword tip neared my mate's abdomen
Callista.I can't believe what I'm hearing."Really?" I ask, confused.I don't think I'm as good as she is as a fighter yet. Maybe her tiredness was making her see things that aren't necessarily true. Also, this whole thing just lands out of nowhere.Just yesterday she told me that I need to adjust my form a bit more because I was a little wobbly on my right leg still."Because I don't feel like I'm that good yet.""Trust me, you are," Valencia replies in an offhanded way. "Besides, you must have more important things to do than waste the morning with me. I mean, you should be close to finishing with your GED now. You should pay more attention to those."I notice that her voice becomes sharper as she spits out the last part, and the expression on her face is strange. It looks almost like she is angry about something.Just as I open my mouth to ask Valencia what was really troubling her, Theon walks up to us, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his overcoat."I heard some of your dis
Callista.I wake up in my own bed in the morning, and for a brief second, I wonder how I ended up here. But then I remember how I was afraid that someone would catch me and Theon in bed together, and how I'd snuck out of his room in the middle of the night, dressed in my wrinkled clothes. The very memory of the last night makes me blush and grin like an idiot. It had been so amazing.I still can't believe it happened, that Theon and I finally made love.I know that it had only been a few months since we even met, but werewolf relationships progressed much faster than humans. Most of the time, those who found that were mates carried on with mating just days after.Theon and I haven’t mated yet because it still wasn't the right time for us. I know this, and so does he, and we were fine with waiting. We still had a lot of problems, and mating with each other was the last thing we ought to do right now. Honestly, sleeping together was also the last thing we should be doing.But last nigh
Theon.My heart races in my chest as I guide Callista to my room. My room is just two doors away from my office, so it doesn't take long. We sneak in, glancing around to see if there was anyone watching us."No one's there," Callista whispers. "It's near lights out time, so all the servants are in their quarters.""Better be safe," I reply. "I don't want anyone to know it just yet.""Me too," Callista agrees.As soon as I close the door behind me, Callista slams me into the door. I'm a little surprised by her eagerness, although I wonder why I am. Callista is confident in almost all aspects of her life, so why shouldn't she be the same with sex?Her energy excites me in return, and I feel myself harden in my pants. I twirl us around and push her against the door, kissing a line down her neck to the collarbone. Kissing her neck is addictive, as she reacts deliciously to every sensation. I can't get enough of the sounds she makes.I grind my pelvis on her thigh, letting her feel the har
Callista.We forget the crashed chandelier. We forget about the glass-embedded muffins. We forget the castle, the pack, and the staff. We forget everything except for ourselves. Because at that moment, we are the ones that only matter. Here in this room, warmed by the lit fireplace, surrounded by his wonderful scent that seems so intense, we are the world itself. Our souls sing for each other, and we dance to their song.We kiss and kiss, not wanting to stop. It’s always like this with him. His lips glide over mine, languid and warm, equally soft and equally firm. He's such a passionate kisser, and I can't help but sigh into his mouth. His hands take my waist, and I marvel at how his hands just feel so right. I let my own arms wound around his neck, and I use them to raise on my tip toes so I can feel him more."I know that you're still unsure," I tell him. "So please, don't feel pressured...""I'm not unsure about this, Callista," Theon replies. "You're my mate. You're my intended."
Callista."You know what, I’m going to call the Headmistress and ask her if invisible people are a part of the supernatural world," I inform Theon as we sit in his office, once again sharing drinks. Him a glass of whiskey, and me a glass of ginger ale. "Because at this point, that's the only explanation I have for this whole thing. How can anyone be clever enough to erase their traces so well?”As I'd thought, we'd found nothing. The camera hadn't caught a single suspicious activity, not even someone loitering next to my door. There were the usual appearances of me and Haden, Valencia, and Kellin, the maids, butlers, and guards. And all of them went on in their own businesses."I don't know," Theon sighs. "At this point, maybe you should. Maybe we got the damned invisible man haunting the halls of the castle.""Or a ghost," I suggest. "Can ghosts hold things though? I've always believed their translucent hands sort of went through physical stuff. Does this castle have ghosts, Theon?"
Callista."Whoever they were, they didn't want to kill you," Theon says.He holds the bags of muffins in his hands, squinting at the torn up, vandalized particles of food within. We sit on either end of my bed, and the doors are locked, and the curtains drawn. Two guards are placed outside the door, because Theon was not going to take any chances. Theon’s still sweaty from running all the way from the university to the castle. I cannot help but feel relieved knowing he was taking this so seriously."I gathered that," I say in a meek tone, feeling weary to my very soul from it all. "There's no way I would've swalLeanderd that big of a glass shard.""And this handwriting is so different from mine," he taps the note. "I don't write this clearly. My handwriting is basically scrawling. Also, the signature is visibly forged. I don't have so much finesse when drawing out the 'T' of my name.""I wasn't thinking when I saw it," I confess sheepishly. "I just saw the note and naively thought i
Callista.Cautiously, I approach the bag. There had been far too many weird things happening lately that my paranoia acts on overdrive, and I won’t be taking chances with something so suspicious.As I get close, I nice, buttery scent wafting from it, and marginally relax. Pinned to the bag there is a note."Hey, I'm sorry I couldn't help you with the move. Consider these compensations until I get back :)"The note is signed by Theon.I smile. I've never seen his handwriting before, and I'm awed at how neat it looks.I open the brown paper bag to find three muffins inside. I love muffins, and my heart warms because Theon managed to find that out!They are warm, fresh from the oven, and I don’t hesitate before taking a bite.That's when I feel excruciating pain in my mouth, along with the taste of blood. As soon as I taste blood, I spit the bite of the muffin to the ground.A bloody glob smears the plush rug, and for a brief moment, I feel pity for whoever will clean the thing.That’s
Callista."I won’t lie, Callista, but this won’t do your reputation any favors," Haden ribs me as we carry boxes from my room.It is the morning, two days after the accident, and I’ve already finished with my swords practice. Valencia goes easy on me and lets me off early due to the 'accident', which I was still bummed about.I’ve got two hours before class, so I thought that I might as well use the time to pack up my things to move.After the incident, the very thought of being alone in the tower with only a bunch of guards and a manic wolf was not soothing. I barely slept the last two nights because the smallest sound woke me up. Elias’s howls, which I'd gotten used to were suddenly scary to me once again.So, when I woke up this morning, I knew my time in the tower was done. I had to take Theon up in his offer.I really didn't expect Theon to make the offer to move in next to him, and when he did, I was ecstatic with joy. It felt like a significant step in our relationship.I mean,