KRISTINA'S POVOh yeah. The best friends are the ones who stay calm during emotional moments, right? No one ever wants their girlfriend or husband stressed out while having feelings for them, right? But it's okay to feel things sometimes. So then why was it so hard for me to decide on a course of action? Why was it so hard to accept that someone else had the best intentions? That they cared enough about us to offer to help when we needed them to? Because I knew I couldn't ask anyone else to do it for me. They were my family, after all, and I loved all of them equally. Which meant that, even if I told Nathan to go home, he'd probably insist on staying here, too. Just as stubborn as me. So there was no way I could ask him to leave, which meant that my only option was either letting him stay here indefinitely, or accepting this help for myself. There really wasn't anything else left for me to do, was there? No, there isn't. Nathan's words echoed in my head. My eyes widened as my mind
KRISTINA'S POV"Not yet," I replied, smiling faintly. His face fell for a moment, before he sighed, rolling off of me and lying flat beside me, his head on one hand, the other propped up next to him. I smiled as I stared up at the ceiling, trying not to notice how attractive he looked lying there looking tired and disheveled. "But we'll have to hurry. We only got until the sun went down." Nathan frowned. "What do you mean by that?" "You heard me." I leaned over, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "It's tradition to light your fire when it gets dark." "Oh." Nathan ran a hand through his hair, pushing some of the messy curls out of his face. "Well, if that's what we have to do, then I suppose that's fine." And with that, he flipped over, crawling across the floor towards the fireplace. I laughed. It wasn't long before the two of us were surrounded by the warm orange glow of the flames. We sat side by side, watching the dancing heat rise up from the grate as we relaxed together. It
KRISTINA'S POVHis eyes met mine, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes sparkled as though he was about to burst into song. "And being afraid that, in order to keep what we have now, it will hurt or destroy those chances that we've built over time– those chances are so fragile that you have to tread lightly." He reached out and took my hand on his own. I could feel him shaking, although whether from emotion or nerves, I couldn't tell. "If you can't get married before your time comes, then you have to be willing to give everything up to ensure that you both enjoy what life has to offer. That is, if you agree to spend every night together for as long as possible, no matter how little time we have left." I smiled shyly back at Nathan, feeling a rush of joy flow through me as I squeezed his hand in reassurance. Then suddenly, Jorel turned away for a moment, staring down at our hands. "I'm sorry that I put this on you. We both know that you and Nathan have
KRISTINA'S POVHe probably thought he was being funny; but it did work in giving me some confidence. I couldn't afford to faint, not after the last attempt. I nodded at him to show that I understood and we walked towards the elevator silently. The whole thing had felt like one huge blur to me. Like I was walking through cotton wool. I tried hard to remember every detail of the day. It was important for me to do that. For Nathan, too. But I just couldn't. As we entered the elevator, I could feel myself becoming weaker, like my body was giving up on itself and letting my imagination take control, leaving nothing but an illusion. It happened a lot during this transition period. I had no idea what was going on, where I was, what had happened before, or what was going on now. I simply existed in a state of limbo between reality and fantasy. The only solid thing was Nathan, his presence. That was enough. As we arrived at the ground floor, we exited the elevator and stood in the doorway,
KRISTINA'S POVThen, I sat down on the floor next to where he had been sitting. My gaze shifted from the clothes lying in front of me across the living room, past the coffee table, through the window to the view beyond it. I could feel myself relaxing when I saw that Nathan was still watching TV, but that relaxation was short lived. "Aren't you going to get dressed?" Nathan asked me. "No need. It's only going to take us a minute. And besides, why do we need to get ready? The party won't start until ten." "It's always good to look presentable, especially when our guest arrives, if you know what I mean." This is where I would have said something like, "What friend are you talking about?" or, "Oh, you're not serious. You expect me to wear this? Why can't we just let them come in their normal clothes?" But I didn't say any of those things because, well… It's true. "So," Nathan continued, "are you going to sit there with your feet crossed all night long?" "Sure," I replied, without t
KRISTINA'S POV"Wait! I want you to tell a story about you and Alpha Laurence first. I want to know everything about the man you loved when you were young.""W-why are you suddenly interested in what happened to me and Laurence?""Nothing! Is it bad to know the truth? Or in your past?""I am an orphan who grew up in Wysteria Hope Orphanage, together with my childhood friend, the same man who I loved for years.""O-okay. Is it Laurence? And Wysteria Hope? W-whaa...?""Yes, he is. The Wysteria Hope is the place where I grew up after I was abandoned by my parents. It's an orphanage that welcomes everyone equally on the outside, but treats all orphans as tools inside.""I didn't know they treated children like that!"I was placed in the Wysteria Hope Orphanage under the watchful eyes of two other orphans, who also had their parents die within the same year. That's awful. Is something anyone should be happy knowing. And since then, every child there has been treated like garbage. We don't
KRISTINA'S POV"Yeah, you're right," Nathan agreed. He looked around us, as if searching for something, before his gaze settled on me again. "Kris? You have been acting odd lately and now, I just have a feeling. Please, tell me what's wrong." "It's nothing important," I quickly replied,.wanting to end the conversation quickly. I didn't want to burden him with my problems, especially since he has already done so much for me and given me so much more than I deserve. "But thank you for worrying about me. You know, I think you need to go back to your clinic." "I guess I do," he mumbled quietly. "See you around, Kris." And then he was gone. The last thing I saw was his retreating figure. It pained me to see him like that, but I'm sure he can handle himself without me for a while and I don't intend on burdening him anymore with my personal issues, especially since he's already made enough sacrifices for me. In reality, I was still struggling to come to terms with what Nathan had told
KRISTINA'S POVShe glanced around before returning her attention back to me. Her eyes had become glassy. "I will never forgive myself. I just want to ensure you don't get hurt or taken away because of other wolves." "But... They say things like this all the time" It felt weird, hearing my own voice in this woman's mouth, but it was also oddly pleasant. My hands were beginning to shake again, I noticed, which made me wonder how much of this was real and how much was a hallucination. "They talk about being lonely... about how they wish to go home." I looked down. "What if they're lying to us, Alliyah?" I could tell that tears were starting to well up in my eyes. This wasn't happening, right? None of it was possible? "Why don't we believe them?" My voice shook. Alliyah squeezed my hand again, softly but firmly. I didn't even realize she'd released it. "Because none of that is true." She stood and walked over to a overlooking downtown. "We are safe here." She turned towards me