Kamari's Point of View The two men faced off when my mother fell mute. Her mouth opened and shut but no sound came out. Nausea roiled in my stomach. Dripped a steady line of acid down my throat. Nolan's hand clenched on my knee. I looked over. He was still smiling at me. Nodded slowly. He wanted me to breathe. Calm down. But how could I when I felt like an intruder rather than the daughter of the woman standing at the door? Rachel was dumbstruck. I assumed she never thought we would ever show up here, even when she had asked for me to come back. And Gaelan had a solid pair of balls on him right now. Spread his arms on the counter so wide that if someone was to grab his hand, he would hit his chin. His smirk was also extremely telling. "Nolan, care to take your martinis?" My dad asked, ignoring the visibly upset and dumbfounded man in front of him. "Yes, sir." For a split second, he squeezed my knee again and stood. Took the glasses from my dad and walked right past the upset-l
Kamari's Point of View I was biting back tears. Forced myself to stay calm. Collected. But it seemed to be failing the more I looked at my parents. Noticed the subtle tones of their bodies. How remorseful and guilty they looked. Ridden hard and long by life. "I know that you must have had the best intentions for me at heart," I paused. Swallowed down the tears and lump in my throat. Gripped Nolan's leg hard. "But I don't think this is something I can just get over." "We understand, Kamari. We do. Take all the time you need. Go walk one of the trails. We can talk about this over lunch again if you want." Rachel said, smiling back at me. Silver also lined her eyes. The smile was forced beyond what it should have been. But not fake. For the first time in a long time, my mother genuinely smiled at me. I nodded and stood. Gave my father one last lingering look before heading out through the door Rachel had come in through. Nolan followed close. Slid the doors shut once we were outside
Malakai's Point of View "Keanu!" The word echoed out of my mouth. Fluttered in every direction imaginable. Still, the small wolf refused to appear. My mother was going to kill me. All because I indulged the little bastard by taking him on the green trail Rachel had recommended earlier this morning. "Keanu, please! I didn't mean to step on your paw! It was an accident, I swear!" I yelled whilst cupping my hands over my mouth. If he was anywhere close by, and could hear me but refused to show face, he had worse things to worry about than the wrath of our mother. I was going to throttle him. "For the love of fuck, Keanu! This isn't funny anymore." Fear coiled tightly in my stomach. Just above the makeshift belt I had made by ripping the fabric from some pants I found. A cache. Rachel really needed to start stocking up on all different sizes. They were several sizes too large and I wasn't planning on looking for my little brother naked. The pants had to do for now. Until I found him
Kamari's Point of View He was the first person to ever call me out so easily. As if it was nothing to him. He was also the first person that made me talk within moments of knowing me. In other situations, I would have headed for the hills by now. Shirked him off and took off, if you understood what I meant. Sometimes even I didn't fully understand what I meant by things. My mind was a tangled web lately. Nothing escaped it. But this man, this brooding beast of a man with sharp green eyes, he somehow saw through all of my bullshit. In one swoop of his tongue, he cut me where I knew I was weak. "First off, let me introduce myself. I am Malakai Dayholt. Alpha of Four Rivers pack. It is nice to meet you, Kamari." He rolled my name off of his tongue so elegantly. Had a small drawl to it. It took me a moment to process. "Well that isn't fair, all I know about you now is your name and title whilst you know almost everything about me, I am certain." I mused, settling into my skin a bit
Kamari's Point of View Keanu attached himself to my hip after that. Would much rather walk beside me than his brother. At some point, he grabbed my dress and just held it. Looked up at me with large green eyes. Lower lip trembled. It was mostly when Malakai was making mean comments toward his brother. Or when he brought up his mom. The boy always looked so sad, especially when his freckles stood out against his pale skin so much. The auburn hair wasn't doing his paleness any favors, either. "When are we going to be there?" Keanu moaned, dragging his feet behind him. Malakai groaned in response. Covered his ears with his hands. It was evident that they never truly spent time together out of their own free will. They were mainly forced. Which was normal, considering they had a tremendous age gap. "Soon, little one. But you won't get any candy from aunty Rachel if you continue to whine." I scolded and tightened my hand over his. The boy looked up at me, green eyes lined with silv
Kamari's Point of View "Run, Keanu!" I screamed as the first man dove at me. He maneuvered out in front of me. Slid past our first assailant whilst his brother took care of him Malakai moved away effortlessly and lunged for the man in front of him. Leveled him to the ground before spinning around and scratching another man's Achilles. He went down with a screech of pain. Malakai followed it up with a slash to the throat. Blood spurted into the air. I could feel my own scream of terror lodge in my throat. Threaten to spill out into the world. But I was like a rocket. Pushed my fear as far back as possible. Picked up Keanu in one fell swoop and ran for dear life. The two bodyguards pummeled two men that stepped in our way. Opened up the path for me to run down. Nolan was nowhere to be seen. Or heard. Not that I could hear anything above the groaning of men. Feral screams from Malakai. The two guards broke bones as they went. And there was no time to look back, either. One wrong m
Kamari's Point of View Blood. It was everywhere. It shoved itself into my nose. My mouth. Flooded my lungs until all I could do was gasp. Flail around and pray that it would end. But it didn’t. It carried on its assault on me. Broke some humane part of my soul. I whimpered in distress. Tried to get the body off of me, to no avail. The man that I had killed hovered above me. Lips close to my ear. ‘You should have let me fuck you.’ He would whisper from time to time. Sobs would break in my throat, never to reach my lips. Maybe he was right. It would have been better for him to have raped me instead of this. Blood never washed off of your hands. I was now a killer. No one would ever look at me the same again. “Kamari.” A distant voice called luring me back into the land of the living. I fought it. Lingered longer in my misery. A man was now dead because of me and there was no hiding from it. I had to accept what I have done. Claim it as part of myself. “Kamari.” The voice sound
Zayan’s Point of View Acting like a cunt was the last thing I had wanted to do. It was clear that Kamari was angry with me. Any sane person would be, considering I wouldn’t relent, even when she got uncomfortable about the subject. Demanding to go with? What the fuck had gotten into me? What would my presence even change? All I could do now was wait until she made contact again. It was the best and only option I had. But it drove me insane, considering she didn’t have a phone anymore. Instead of going biking with her, I should have gotten her a new phone. Fuck. At least then I would be able to call. To hear if she was still fine. Still angry with me. Space. She needed space. “If you carry on gripping your phone like that, it is going to break.” My dad said from behind the espresso machine. He was on his third one for the afternoon. The amount of caffeine he consumed wasn’t good for his heart but the man wouldn’t listen. Apparently he had to die of something. Glowering at him,