His knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel so tight as he weaved through the busy street of Bunga. His wolf snorted with rage, clawing inside him, wanting to be let out and take things on its own, and Dylan struggled to keep him at bay. Throughout the sequence of traffic lights, his patience is wearing thin and he is losing his cool. He’s worried that through the span of time that he was still traveling, something might happen to his mate, same with the incident through the dark alleyway. ‘Isn’t she thinking?’ He muttered to himself as he slammed the brakes as the pub came into view, causing his car to drift sideways instead of parking it properly. He hurriedly stepped out of his car and shut the door with a loud thud, paving his way through the entranceway. Loud sound blaring in his ears, just like when he picked up Stacey the last time. The strong scent of mixed smell assaulted his nostrils, making him hold his breath for the longest time until he came to a spot
He strode around towards the driver’s seat and climbed inside his car. He threw his mate one quick glance before he started the engine and drove away from the pub. She was leaning on the window. Her feet extended fully on the car’s floor. Her eyes were closed, but it didn’t seem that she was sleeping. She moves every now and then. His car's interior was filled with the scent of her, which was mingled with alcohol. It occurred to him that he should return home, but he quickly realized that Stacey would only exacerbate the situation if she saw Rachel. Eventually, Dylan decided to take her to her small apartment, where she had been staying. He wonders if how Rachel was taking in everything that she had seen in that alleyway. She called him a beast earlier in the pub. Had he been wrong about thinking that she accepted him? That she wasn’t scared of him? What if she rejects him? A twist of pain run through his body at the mere thought of it. “Hmm,” Dylan's attention was drawn to Rac
However, Rachel got her stubbornness mingled with the residue of intoxication that was still coursing through her veins and only scoff at him. “No, Mr. Wolfman. I can go home all by myself. I can take a cab, and...” She was about to reach for something on her side when she realized it was empty, mumbling to herself as she scratched the back of her head. “Oh, Lorelei has my purse.” “Now, get in the car, Rachie. We are on a desolated road. No taxis are going this way.” Dylan only huffed out his amusement upon seeing the disappointment on her face, knowing that she had lost their meager argument. “Fine.” She rolled her eyes on him and stomped her way back inside the car, slamming the door close with a loud bang. Dylan only shakes his head in disbelief, a laugh that earns its way out from him as he sprints towards the driver’s seat. He’s actually worried about what his house would be like once he put her and Stacey in one room. Helen would probably be laughing her butts off watch
Dylan couldn’t believe that most of her things here didn’t work. How can she live in a place like this? Ruffling his hair, he fished out his phone from his pocket and dialed some numbers on it, punching the call button. “Hello, Mr. Reed, how can I help you at this time of night?” A woman’s voice came through the other line after his call rang for a few seconds. “Grace, find me a new refrigerator, fill it with supplies, run through the groceries, take everything that a kitchen needs. Then find me a collapsible bathtub and room heater. I'll send you the address on where it is going to be delivered.” He said without wasting any moments to pass, all the while rubbing his forehead and pacing back and forth at the center of the room. “When would you like me to get it ready?” Dylan paused for a moment and looked down on his watch, seeing that it had already struck midnight. Hoping that there will be more time before Rachel will rouse and go sober. “Now. I want it delivered before th
Satisfied with his work on her hair, Dylan shifted her into a more comfortable position, leaning down and placing a gentle peck on the forehead before he left her room and went to inspect the progress on the outside. He looked down on his wristwatch, seeing that it was almost dawn and the rest of the crew were making the final touches for all the things he had purchased. He wanted to see Rachel’s reaction when she woke up, yet he could not. There were still things he needed to do in his office. He knew Grace couldn’t handle all the workload meant for him to settle. As much as the woman admired him and could not say no to all of his requests, he is not heartless enough to put the poor woman through such a stressful situation. One of the members of the crew comes out of the kitchen. With an adjustable wrench in his hand, placing it on his tool belt, which was fastened around his waist. ” “Mr. Reed, everything is done. You can come and see. He says as he approaches him. Dylan no
She stood there, fazed with everything. Rachel urges herself to move, thinking that maybe, just maybe, when she gets home after works, then everything is back to normal. Now that she comes to think about it, she realizes that she does, in fact, have a job to do, and that it is getting late. “Oh! damn!” She bolted out of the kitchen and dashed to her bathroom, stripping off her clothes and hurling them all over the place as she jumped into her shower. Gingerly stepping on the tub and turning the shower on, setting the heater into lukewarm. She was still eying the thing carefully, waiting for it to disappear from her vision. Suddenly, warm water gushed forth from the showerhead, blessing her with its pleasant temperature. She kept reminding herself that she would be late if she stayed in the shower any longer than was absolutely necessary, no matter how much she wanted to indulge herself in the shower. She didn’t even scrub off her skin that much since she already got washed last n
Beast. She knew no one she called beast except for that wolfman. Completely appalled by it, her knees buckled under the weight of the situation, forcing her to grip the corner of the register's counter. exclaiming, “Oh, God!” Ice-cold beads of sweat dripped from the temples all of a sudden. Craig looked at her with curiosity, “You know him?” Rachel blinked out her fear, swallowing the large lump on her throat before answering him, “I think I know who took me home last night.” Then it came to her senses that he isn’t a human and is highly capable of taking one’s life in an instant. She roamed her eyes to her friend, checking if he was injured or something, “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, right?” “No, I’m fine. I should be the one asking you that.” Craig replied, assuring her that he was okay. Rachel nodded, taking a deep breath, and tried to relax, “I’m okay. He didn’t hurt me.” There was a Splitting silence blanketed between them. Craig's face became increas
He had already caused her a great deal of distress and caused her to be in a state of internal turmoil. ‘God, I’m so tired. When will Lorelei come back from her break?’ She internally complained just at the same time her stomach coiled with hunger. Even though she was beaming as she served the customers, seeing the never-ending line made her cry internally as the conversation continued in the same vein. Rachel fought the scowl to emerge from her face as she punches in the orders coming from the last customer and readied the monitor for the new order. In her peripheral vision, a male customer patiently waiting for her to finish what she was doing with the cash register. She quickened her pace and put a smile on her face, she raised her head to greet the new customer, saying their tagged line, “Hello, welcome to Cloud-Nine Coffee shop, what is your order?” However, her eyes went wide when she saw the man that stood across her. She wasn’t expecting to see him coming over to her wo
Rachel stood before the floor-length mirror in her bedroom, staring at her reflection—not for vanity, but to make sure she still recognized the face staring back. Her eyes no longer flashed silver. Her aura no longer surged uncontrollably. The storm within had stilled, but that quiet carried its own kind of warning.She pressed a palm to her chest. The bond that once strained her soul felt like a scar now—healed but never forgotten. She wasn’t Elira. But Elira was now, undeniably, a part of her.A soft knock on the door broke the silence.“It’s open,” she called.Stacy entered, holding a tray with toast and Nyra’s herbal tea. “If you skip another meal, Dylan’s gonna drag you to the kitchen himself.”Rachel gave a soft smile. “Thanks.”Stacy set the tray down and sat on the edge of the bed. “So… you really feel normal again?”Rachel paused. “I feel different. But not unstable.”Stacy studied her carefully. “What does that mean?”“It means I feel like me. Just... upgraded.” She gave a s
The air was still. Heavy. The kind of silence that pressed against your eardrums, stretching time itself. Rachel sat at the edge of the ritual circle, the same one that had nearly torn her apart hours earlier. Her legs were folded, spine straight, palms resting against her knees. Her breathing was steady now. No silver light. No flickers of power. No whispers from Elira. Just silence. For the first time in weeks, she felt... alone in her own mind. And yet, not. ere You’re different,” Stacy said, standing in the doorway. “Even your posture. It’s like you’re still you, but... more.” Rachel opened her eyes slowly. “Because I am.” Stacy walked in, barefoot, cautious. “You said you chose both. What does that mean?” Rachel looked up, meeting her gaze. “It means I didn’t destroy Elira. I accepted her.” “You *what*?” “She’s not whispering in my head anymore. She’s part of me. Not separate.” Stacy sat down across from her. “That sounds... dangerous.” “It is,” Rachel admitted. “But d
The air was still. Heavy. The kind of silence that pressed against your eardrums, stretching time itself.Rachel sat at the edge of the ritual circle, the same one that had nearly torn her apart hours earlier. Her legs were folded, spine straight, palms resting against her knees. Her breathing was steady now. No silver light. No flickers of power. No whispers from Elira. Just silence.For the first time in weeks, she felt... alone in her own mind.And yet, not.ere You’re different,” Stacy said, standing in the doorway. “Even your posture. It’s like you’re still you, but... more.”Rachel opened her eyes slowly. “Because I am.”Stacy walked in, barefoot, cautious. “You said you chose both. What does that mean?”Rachel looked up, meeting her gaze. “It means I didn’t destroy Elira. I accepted her.”“You *what*?”“She’s not whispering in my head anymore. She’s part of me. Not separate.”Stacy sat down across from her. “That sounds... dangerous.”“It is,” Rachel admitted. “But denying her
The wind outside the penthouse howled like something ancient had awakened. The eclipse was a few hours away. The sky had already begun its transformation—its deep blue turning pale gray, clouds crawling like shadows ready to devour the sun. Inside, the wards pulsed steadily, glowing brighter than usual, reacting to the shift in the air.Rachel sat at the dining table, staring at the untouched tea Nyra had made for her. She hadn’t spoken since waking. Not to Dylan. Not to Stacy. The conversation with Elira echoed in her skull like a warning bell she couldn’t silence.Only one of us survives.She didn’t know what that meant—not really. But every time she blinked, she saw Elira’s face burned into the backs of her eyelids, watched her vanish into cracked sky, felt the weight of a promise she hadn’t made.Stacy sat across from her, arms folded over a book, watching. Not reading. Just there. Waiting.“I don’t like this,” Stacy said quietly.Rachel didn’t respond.Stacy tapped the book once.
Rachel watched the horizon from the balcony, the last hint of dusk melting into darkness. The city sparkled far below, distant and untouched by the chaos that stirred in her veins.Inside her chest, two truths warred for dominance: the Warden’s calm confession and Elira’s searing rage.She still didn’t know which one to trust.The door behind her opened. She didn’t have to look.“You haven’t spoken since the vision,” Dylan said.Rachel nodded, but said nothing.He stepped beside her. “Say something.”“I’m trying to make sense of it.”“Of what? That the Warden didn’t throw her into the fire, she *asked* for it?”She turned toward him. “Would you believe me if I said I understand?”His eyes narrowed. “Understand what?”“The desire to give up before losing control.”Silence fell between them.Dylan’s jaw tightened. “Don’t ever say that again.”“I’m not giving up. I’m saying… I get it now. The pressure. The weight. Elira was breaking, and no one listened. Not until it was too late.”“You
Rachel stood under the freezing shower, water crashing against her skin, but it did nothing to quiet the storm inside. Her fingers had stopped glowing, but the sensation lingered—like Elira’s presence was still coiled around her spine, watching her every move.She braced her hands against the tiled wall, breathing heavily, letting the cold slice through her thoughts.She could still hear Elira’s voice.*“Too late.”*Dylan waited outside the bathroom door. He hadn't said a word since they’d rushed her out of the circle. Nyra had wanted to run a full energy purge. Rachel refused. She didn’t want to be cleansed. She wanted to understand.The water turned off. Moments later, the door opened, steam spilling into the hallway. Rachel stepped out, towel around her shoulders, her expression unreadable.“She’s not a voice anymore,” she said. “She’s a presence. A force.”Dylan nodded slowly. “She’s merging.”“No. She’s *moving.* She’s done waiting for me to break.”“Then we stop her.”Rachel lea
Rachel didn’t sleep.She lay on the cold marble floor of the training room, eyes open, watching the rune marks pulse faintly in the dark. The moment her eyes flickered silver, something inside her had shifted. She could feel it—quiet, subtle, but alive. Like another presence pressed just behind her thoughts.Dylan found her an hour before sunrise.“You didn’t come back to bed.”She didn’t look at him. “I didn’t want to risk it.”He walked to her, crouched down, resting his elbows on his knees. “You’ve been quiet since the flare.”Rachel finally sat up, brushing her hair back. “Because I felt her. Not just her memories. Her voice.”Dylan’s eyes narrowed. “She spoke?”Rachel nodded. “She said my name. Not Elira. Mine. She said, Rachel, don’t fight me.”His jaw tightened. “That’s new.”“No,” she said. “That’s a warning.”Dylan didn’t speak for a long moment.“I need to accelerate the training,” she said.“You’re already pushing your limits.”She looked at him. “Not fast enough.”“I won’t
Rachel stared at him. The Warden of Ash. Cloaked in dark gold, unmoving beneath the red-hazed sky. “You ordered her execution?” Her voice echoed unnaturally. “You watched her burn.” He didn’t flinch. “Yes.” “Why?” “She became a threat.” “You were supposed to protect her,” she snapped. “I was supposed to protect *balance*,” he replied calmly. “Elira disrupted it.” “She was fighting for peace.” “She was choosing annihilation.” Rachel’s hands balled into fists. “She was betrayed. Lied to. Cornered.” “And she made a choice,” he said. “One that endangered every realm tied to the moon’s gift.” She stepped closer. “And now I carry her soul. What does that make me to you?” The Warden looked her in the eye. “A warning.” “To who?” He tilted his head. “To everyone who still believes power and peace can coexist.” Rachel's jaw tightened. “You're scared of what I might become.” “I’m not scared,” he said. “But I am prepared.” “For what?” “To stop you if history rep
Rachel gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles pale against the wood. “She wasn’t alone.”Dylan raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp. “You mean at the execution?”Rachel nodded slowly. “Someone was there. A man. Tall. Cloaked in gold and black. He stood behind the crowd. He never moved. Just… watched.”Nyra leaned forward, her brow furrowed. “The Executioner?”“No,” Rachel said firmly. “She didn’t fear him. She looked right at him. Not with fear. With *recognition*. She *knew* him. Right before the flames reached her, she found him in the crowd.”“What did she say?” Dylan asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Rachel's throat tightened, but she forced the words out. “She whispered… ‘You were supposed to protect me.’”Dylan’s jaw clenched, and his fists tightened at his sides. “Who the hell was he?”“I don’t know,” Rachel said, voice quiet. “But I’ve seen his eyes before. Not in the memory. Recently.”Nyra froze. “Describe them.”Rachel met her gaze, the image burned into her mind.