you know, I knew the way Storm's and Cole's connection was delayed, was going to be fire. apart from that, the boys are for the first time in all their years going against each other. not good, not at all because right now would be time to go find Storm and help her, right? well, that would work if they weren't being beaten down by the connection meaning that with every lash of pain, she feels they do. will they push it through and look for her or are they going to continue whining? come on boys, do better, we need you to get it together, am I right?
DEAN We can't find her. Cole is sleeping- or should I say knocked out in the backseat as I weave through the back roads of Ridgewood as we look for storm. “I swear she was here not long ago,” I tell them and they all look outside the windows, trying to scent her but it's in vain. “We can't find her,” I say to myself as I feel a very deep unsettling feeling in my being. Something bad has happened to my girl and now we can't find her. I don’t know if he is alive or not, because Cole is still out and we don’t know for sure. “We should let our wolves find her. it will be faster,” Landon says. I park and we all shift and start hunting for her. I don’t know what I am going to do if she is hurt. “she isn’t dead, she can't be,” Kyle tells me through our bond as we scout the whole wild woods. We have left Cole locked in the car, and I feel grim thinking about it. tonight, one of us could have died. Tonight, there has been a discord between us and we can't say it's because of her. even in
LANDON “I am pretty sure you came up with the closest lie you could weave to tell us,” I stand up and pace towards him where Kyle and Dean are caging him in his chair. I am so mad right now I want to kill him with my bare fists. “I think you all need to sit down and see and hear what I have to tell you. This isn’t something that I can make up,” he points to his hideous face. My father is dead. I can't even feel anything or mourn for him. I am mourning Storm, I am wondering where she is, I am trying to find her using our connection but I always come up to a wall. Like she has put up a wall and I can't break it no matter how many times I have tried. And it's driving me insane. “I am going to kill you right now to be with your friends, no need to listen to any more of this,” I tell him as I tilt my head regarding him and I see the barest of fear flicker in his eyes. The man is spooked, never have I ever seen him like this, but again; It could be the effects of having half of your
STORM Something is wrong with me. I should be scared of what is happening to me. I should be trying to comprehend what is happening outside, but I don’t. Some people are dragging me holding me as they walk, since my legs forgot to do their job. They are turning along corners and corridors, lights blinking in and out until I am shoved inside a stall. I fall with a thud, my eyes closing as the light hurts my eyes so much. And then they are tearing my clothes. I still don’t register to stop them, I don’t care. And then I am bare, and on the floor, my arms and knees tucked against my chest. I am jolted by the cold water on my skin, almost drowning me but it's not enough to snap me out of it. I have never felt so far gone as I have right now. I keep seeing his face, and my mother … and then his claws and her torn-apart chest over and over again. I think I start to sob because the water hose gets on my face. I am coughing, water is getting in my eyes and nose, and ears. And then it s
STORM The boys always say family is power. I must say, that that’s true, because I feel their power. Their family has made sure I have gone through the worst a being can ever endure on this earth. It has made sure my bones have been scrapped and my heart has been torn and battered to the ground, it has made sure I have been stomped down and there is nothing left for me. It has taken all I have, and some more to make sure that I don’t raise my head. And yet … I still live. They cannot keep me down, as I have refused to let monsters who have turned me to be someone I never knew I could be, defeat me. in my family, we don’t fall, we rise and never bend the knee. They crush, but we don’t break. That is little to no feeling at all as I watch the man who has turned my whole life a nightmare, has stolen every sliver of happiness and life, stroll in through the door like he owns the very skin on me. “I have been waiting to get you back girl,” he says. He is speaking differently. And wh
COLE My father is speaking but I don’t seem to be registering what he is saying. All I can see and hear is: she betrayed us. She betrayed me. So when he leaves, leaving us to our thoughts, I don’t even move an inch. I let them down. My brothers. I am the one who was supposed to know she was going to be a danger to us, I should have seen it before I let her into our lives. I should have seen it. but deep down, I realize …. I have unwavering loyalty towards her. I realize I want to know why she would do that. why she would decide to hurt us and ruin us like that? And why despite all these unfortunate events that she has done and has happened between us, I feel that I can never go against her, I can never truly hate her. My question now remains, why did she do all of this? “Who knew that by seeking and chasing a mystery we would be opening a can full of worms?” I murmur to myself and Kyle sighs next to me. “she killed our fathers and she killed my mate, then somehow found a way to
STORM “This collar should be made stronger,” Xaver tugs on the collar around my neck and it bites my skin, the cold metal feeling like a noose. It's metallic and is supposed to make me not use the newly acquired power as he calls it. it has seared my skin the little I have tried to use it, and I can still feel the burns even after a doctor cleaned me up, that is after injecting me with something that has rendered me somewhat paralyzed. I can't even will myself to lift my finger, let alone move. I am tied back on the table and Xaver is walking beside the table, inspecting the cuffs to make sure I do try another stunt. I have given up on it. I have come to realize there is no way out of here for me except in a body bag so I have lost hope on it. I just want to mourn for my mother and maybe persevere with what he talking about using me for. Death will be kinder to me than life has been. “I was held up with my sons earlier, I had to make them catch up on who you truly are and you kno
DEAN In a normal world, to hear that, someone you loved and cherished killed your parent would be one of the most shocking things ever. But I am not in a perfect world. I am in Ridgewood, and my world, that is indeed still shocking and it makes you want to go back and retaliate. Family is power, nothing else matters other than family. Your pack. She is my pack. She is my family. And just like any other family, ours has a dysfunction. Other families have their type of dysfunction, ours is we kill each other's family and revenge against each other until there is nothing left but wounds, ugly scars, and emotional wrecks. I know I have killed a girl’s or a boy's father, mother, or siblings. I know I have left a kid orphaned. I have blood on my hands, I have been maimed and tortured. I have also enjoyed it all while doing all of these things. A part of me wants to scream at the top of my lungs and ask- no demand- why she would do this to us. But, in all reality, we hit first. Yes, I
KYLEbeing in this place feels more painful.I remember when I walked in here and threatened her. I told her I would kill her if she dared betray us. And she did betray us. I just don’t ever think I can kill her. I have never been conflicted in my life like I am right now. I want to strangle her and make sure she has locked up in my room altogether and make her tell me everything.Another part of me wants to hold her and protect her in my arms and be with her.I have experienced love with her, something I have never had before in my whole life. I believe that when you love someone and that person loves you back you are uniquely vulnerable. They have the power to hurt you it's like nothing else.And that has happened.Love is rare.And I don’t think I honored it. what we had was special. She was my first love, she is the one girl I felt at home with.I have been holding this rage in me for far too long. So when I go backward and start trashing the place all while screaming in rage, no
STORM Landon and I have been on the road for a week now and right now, we are on our way back home. It's so early, and I am quiet in my seat as I look outside the window as he drives. My whole life changed when I met them, and I cannot take it back, every single of them. I don’t regret any of it. I have decided to go home knowing that there is always going to be darkness in me, it's there to stay, and the best part of it is, I have found boys who want to join in on my darkness. They have shared theirs and invited me into theirs. It's my time to let them in and invite them on in mine. For great love, you must go through the pain. To have all that you desire, you must sacrifice. Pain and love go hand in hand, for you cannot love if you don’t feel the pain of it, it goes together. You cannot know what you have until you have lost it all. And that’s what I realized during my break. I did what I had to do, even went away for a minute from my love to know how true that statement was.
STORM The bar around ends up being a biker's bar, with several bikers packed at the front. I shouldn’t, it's rowdy, and if I am guessing, when they see me alone some will try to hit on me taking me for a fragile little thing that has ended up where she isn’t supposed to. Even before I let that thought to sink in, I am already opening the door, the little bell at the top of the door chiming, and the whole bar goes quiet, all eyes turning towards me. I pause, taking it all in and all the people in. Burly men, tattoos covering their skins heavily, leather jackets and studs on some, a few girls on their laps, and they all look mean and menacing. I proceed to walk towards the tabletop counter where a woman bartender is watching me. everyone is watching me and after I sit down, when they realize I am not going away, they resume their talking. “what will you have?” she asks as she wipes a glass with the towel. “something that will make sure I have a good time tonight,” I reply as I hol
STORMDemons - Hayley Kiyoko is blasting off my speakers as I speed past cars on the highway. Singing along as I beat the steering wheel, wind in my hair as I come from a kill that left me freshly rejuvenated.It should worry me a great deal that the only thing that’s making me feel alive again is killing, but that thought only makes me laugh.I mean, who am I to deny who I am? Maybe it was destined for me to finally embrace this dark side of me without painting it to be a burden, like a means to an end to my purpose.I have no purpose now, other than to feel me again and love me.That’s a good purpose, I didn’t think I was all about self-love and all, I think to myself as I look at my blood-caked nails.I need to find a place to sleep in tonight, perhaps eat human food, cook of course, and sleep. Then tomorrow I do the same thing, I have a long list of people to unalive.I find a motel and check in, and I thank the gods for the showerhead, which has a fairly decent water pressure.I
STORMI never thought it could happen, but it is.I am standing by my Impala, looking at Ridgewood one last time before I speed away and I feel like I am leaving my soul and heart behind.This could be one of the things I will ever regret doing. I can't seem to remember why I am doing this because it hurts so much, but it's all for the better.I wipe away the tear sliding down my cheek and get in my car, revving the engine and speeding away.Back on the road again, alone, leaving all that I have ever wanted behind.I open my compartment glove and I find my old burner phone. I flip it open and find the number I am looking for.“hey Stevie, I need a job.”“Long time Cherry, where are you?”I am heading north, can you find me something worth my while?”“anything for you, but aren’t you rusty? Rumour has it-““Are you sending me the coordinates to a good hunt or not? I didn’t take you for a gossip.”“All I am saying is, now you are not as incognito as before, be careful out there.”“I did
KYLE It’s a rainy gloomy day. It must be matching with my moods and those around me as we all await our bride to walk up to us. The ceremony is being held outdoors, the planners had thought that the day would be sunny and warm, but the rain has started and hasn’t stopped since an hour ago. I don’t mind, as I know this is not exactly how I wanted us to do this so here we are. “why did she not choose the other location that was offered?” Dean asks me quietly as we stand at the front of the huge tent serving as our shelter. They still managed to pull it off with the lowers, it would look magical was it not for the bitterness and bad taste in my mouth about this day. “doesn't matter, we are not here to party, we are just a means to an end for her to leave us,” I respond to him. “Can we all stop doing this? It's already in motion so let's get this over with,” Landon mutters. None of us have been in good shape or moods since last week when she said that she wanted to leave and the o
STORMI find myself at Magdaline’s new house's doorstep.I press the doorbell before I think myself out of this.“come in honey,” she opens the door and waves me in I can feel all the walls drop down and I whimper as she pulls me into an embrace.“I have messed up everything,” I cry as she holds me.She soothes me and takes me to the couch. There is a young girl in the house who has been helping her and she brings me some tea and then leaves.“you have been through so much baby,” she says ss he pushes hair off my face.“I'm so tired,” I whisper as I curl on the couch, head on her lap.“I know,” she validates me. I go ahead and tell her all that has happened and she cries with me, and I feel so sleepy.“I don’t know if they will ever forgive me, but I need to get away.”“There is only one way that you can go away and they remain here unaffected by your absence.”“I will do it, anything. I need to fix myself and maybe one day we will be together again,” I tell her meaning every word.“y
STORM“so you have been feeling this? all of you?” I ask them and their grim faces tell me everything.“Baby, you shut us down every step we take to help you,” Kyle approaches me and I take a step back.“I don’t want your help,” I tell him and he looks like I have slapped him.I don’t mean to o this, but I don’t think I can stop.“you have been drowning and we have been here asking you how to help you and you have said no. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to save you,” Landon speaks to me gently.“I don’t want to be saved, no one can save me,” I say. I can feel tears scrolling down my face.“why are you doing this?” Dean asks, his voice hurt.I exhale, steeling myself. “because none of you understand.”“Help us then understand you, we love you so much, too much to let you be this way,” Kyle approaches me once again and I let him come close to me. “let us in, please.”I want to give in so much, but it's going to be the same. It's going to feel like it has been for a while now.
STORMMy whole being is cold. My insides are wound tight. I am aware of things that are happening, I can feel everything and I wish I wasn’t.Because tonight is the night all my fears have come true. I have been wishing my life was different for weeks now and tonight, the universe has said yes to them.I just lost my babies, and I know it's all,y doing. It doesn’t matter what they all say or try to tell me, this is my doing. They felt my hesitation, my longing for a different life and they have left me.You know what's stupid, it’s the fact that every time I felt like I was a clown, not being true to the rest of them I would talk to them and confide my true feelings to them.They wouldn’t judge me, they were inside me and they knew what was going on. They had come to be my partners in this ridiculously high life, and now they are gone.To be honest, I feel betrayed. They were here, and now they are gone. It's my fault, and yet a part of me thought that they would never leave.I am so
DEANI feel the pain laced through our bond.We have never cried before, but I can feel us all crying. storm has gone quiet, save for the double breathing she is experiencing. Kyle stands up as I take her in my arms straight to the tub.She isn’t even opening her eyes, her face is on my neck, holding on tight. The whole penthouse is quiet as we prepare a bath for her and I start to take off her clothes.She doesn’t let me.“let me get you cleaned up,” I ask her and she shakes her head no.“I need to be alone right now,” she says and I look at the others who all feel like the last thing she needs is to be alone.“Okay,” I say and start getting outside. The boys are hesitant to get out but we finally let her have the space and once the door is locked behind us, I can hear the soft cries.“fuck,” Cole sits outside the door head in his hands.“what the fuck happened?” I ask Landon quietly as I start to realize what has just happened. Storm just miscarried.“We were talking, she had an up