Here I was, sitting in the arms of the man who insisted on confusing the hell out of me. We were both sitting on my bed, more like lying down. My head was on his chest, the right side to be exact. My arm was wrapped loosely around his stomach while one of his hands was playing with my hair— just how I liked it— and the other was holding my hand.
I was dreaming. I was definitely dreaming. Did I actually kiss Rayne? My Rayne? The girl who was so good to be true, the girl who was out of every man's league. Was I actually honoured to have my lips on hers? Her lips that tasted like strawberry and were so soft.
I woke up the next day when I felt a slight movement beside me. I slowly opened my eyes and saw myself in Adrian's arms. He was starting to wake up and that was the reason behind the movement that had awoken me. I looked up at him and saw him smiling at me, which made me blush for no apparent reason.
Rayne's eyes were focused on the screens that displayed the footage of the cameras. I did not notice that about her before, but the girl was very observant and she paid attention to every single detail her eyes fell on.
"What will happen if... if Eleanor is back?" Rayne asked me in a quiet voice as we walked together through the garden. Worry was evident all over her face. Eleanor scared the hell out of her and she had the right to be scared.
I used to read in books that when a person is in love, they would be willing to do anything for their lover. I was always the one to disagree with that, I was never convinced that a person could let go of their morals or something they love just because they love somebody. I could have never imagined myself as the one to bend her morals and point of views because she fell in love; however, it turned out that I was not an exception.
"What are we?" Rayne asked me the question I had always feared. I did not know what to tell her, I was petrified of that question. She was everything to me, but I could not bring myself to label what was between us.
He just wanted to get in my pants. That was all that he wanted from me. He bewitched me with his sweet words and made me fall for him, just to laugh at me when I needed him to lift me up. He saw me as nothing but a naïve, stupid girl who was not worthy of his love. I was nothing to him even though he was everything to me. I cherished every single moment I spent with him, but I was just a worthless creature to him.
Five days passed and all I could do was look at her angelic face on my phone. I took so many pictures of her the day I went hunting, and she insisted on coming with me. Every day, I opened those pictures and I stared at her face for hours; I guess I reached the point where I could tell how many freckles she had on her nose because I memorized every single detail about her. She was so beautiful... too good to be true.
AdrianWhen I look at the soldiers around me, I fail to find any ounce of fear. Men and women look bold and dauntless; they’re ready to tear apart any creature who may represent an obstacle in front of the safety of their loved ones. In their hearts, there may be traces of fear, but when my eyes fall on them, I only see a kind of bravery that is quite unprecedented to me. They know that by coming here, there’s a huge chance that they may not go back home.
My eyes have not dried yet. I cry day and night. I cry for the loss of my best friend, I cry for Roland who lost his other half, I cry for Adrian who lost his best friend and his sister. My heart is burning and I do not know how to cool it down. I go to her room every day, hoping that I can find her, but she is not there. Olivia is no longer here. I still remember the look in her eyes when Eleanor ripped her heart out. I remember how she defended me till her last breath and for that, I really hate myself. Had it not been for me, she would have been alive.
My heart is beating fast, I'm scared. I just want to run to the battlefield and check on Adrian. I'm tired of that feeling in my heart, something I cannot describe. It is a feeling that makes me overthink, a feeling that exhausts my mind and steals my energy away from me; it's a wave of worry and a tornado of stress. It seems that my eyes forgot how it feels to be dry because they are always filled with tears; I'm drowning in my rivers of tears. My heart is screaming in agony and my head is throbbing. I can't take it, I just can't. What do I call this feeling? It exceeds the normal pain. I think all
"I will return, I will find my way back to you. I will never leave you alone," I whisper as Rayne wraps her arms tightly around me. We are in front of the front door inside the house, Roland is hugging Olivia while Rayne is in my embrace. "Goo-,"
War. War is something dreadful. Lethal. Brutal. War takes from people their loved ones, it may destroy the whole world. War has many consequences and I wish I can pull away everyone I love from this cruel battle. I wish I can lock them away in a safe place and never let them out until it's all over, but I can't do that. My fiancé, my everything, the man I love the most is doing whatever it takes him to ensure my safety... If only he knows that all I care about is him now.
I looked out of the window of Adrian's study and saw Roland and Olivia sitting in the garden. They looked so cute together and I truly wished them an eternity of happiness because they both deserved to be happy. Roland was playing with her long blonde hair with one hand while she held his other hand in hers as she talked to him about something I definitely could not hear from where I was.
Ten of the werewolves empires joined us. They were all allies of Atticus and since he was with us, on our team. That was enough to convince them to join us.
"No! You're not going alone! I won't let you go alone!" Rayne exclaimed as she followed me around the suite while I packed my bag.
Adrian fulfilled his promise. I did sleep in our bed that night. Neither Tyler nor Eleanor was able to take me away from the people I loved. My mind failed to comprehend the disaster the world was about to encounter. Was I the reason behind that? Would it have been better if I was dead? I kept thinking and my mind settled on only one conclusion: if Adrian did not find me then I would have probably been dead from being tortured 24/7 then Eleanor would not have gone crazy and everything would have been the way it had always been.