KRISTINA'S POVAs we reached our destination, I began struggling against the straps of my grocery bag containing Nathan's snacks. My arms were feeling heavy and weak, and I was beginning to wonder if I had made the right decision after all. I knew Nathan wouldn't allow me to carry anything myself–not that it mattered. I just couldn't bring myself to ask him to give me a piggyback ride the whole way. But I was starting to doubt whether this was a good idea. What if I slipped, or lost my balance and fell? Would it look that bad? I wasn't sure, but I doubted I could stand upright if I ended up falling. I was just thankful I was wearing shorts today, so at least I wasn't embarrassed to show my butt. Nathan chuckled lightly, watching me struggle. "Let me help you with that." "Thanks."I glanced at him nervously but held out my arms anyway. He quickly unclasped the straps, and handed my bag to me, taking both my arms in return and carefully lifting me up onto his shoulders. "You'll be
KRISTINA'S POVDespite my happiness, it was suddenly replaced by fear. Just right about when I was living a peaceful life together with Nathan and my children, I suddenly received an order from Laurence to return to the Crimson Snow Pack, maybe because Alpha Laurence was agitated by how Alliyah flirted with his beta, Carl, even though they were already married for several years. Laurence eventually evicted Carl from his position as the pack's beta, leading him to head over the Black Fangs Pack together with Alliyah.Now, I had no idea what happened after that. I just know it was very upsetting to me and made me more depressed than ever. My mind kept replaying scenes of the events that took place before I found out that Laurence impregnated me. I can remember so clearly everything that happened and now, it seems impossible to forget. Everything. That's why, everytime something happens or anyone mentions that we don't have much time left, all of us start thinking, what am I doing here?
KRISTINA'S POVWhat's worse, the man with the black mask was staring at me. His eyes didn't show any emotion, like those of an animal observing its prey. He looked like he wanted to eat me alive. I felt terrified. One of his accomplices whispered something into his ear, and then the leader spoke, "Don't get cocky about this, Amore. I want your boss dead for what he did to our little friend here. You should have thought about that before you decided to attack him. Your mistake is not being fast enough for our dear old friend, Lexie." He turned around and walked away without looking back at me. As he left the room, he took a small device out of his pocket and pressed on it. A moment later, two figures came through the door. One wore red clothes and was holding two guns aimed right at my head. Another, wearing gray military attire, held an assault rifle, like how I used to carry mine. I recognized both of these guards because their faces are always plastered in news footage, especiall
KRISTINA'S POVI tried to sit up but found myself paralyzed. I couldn't even move my fingers. Panic seized my stomach, squeezing tightly around the pit of my belly. "What did you do?" My voice was hoarse. I needed water, needed oxygen, needed… He chuckled quietly, a sound that sent chills down my spine. The sound of his laughter filled the room. It made me feel sick. It sent shivers throughout my entire body like I'd just gone into hypothermia, which was probably how the wound on my chest felt at that moment. He shook his head slowly, looking pityingly at me. He stood up, walked over to my injured side, where the wound had just been inflicted, and began to clean it. "Oh, you poor thing. That really hurt your chest, didn't it?" he cooed, applying more pressure than necessary to the wound. He then applied bandages to it before sitting next to me again. I stared at him uncomprehendingly. Why am I not freaking out anymore? What is this feeling? It took me a while to realize that his
KRISTINA'S POVThe words felt weird in my mouth. She seemed like such an ordinary woman. She barely looked anything like the girls who had tried to attack me earlier. But still, that didn't make the situation any less uncomfortable. The fact that they were in the room, tied up with their faces swollen, and gagged made me feel like this was the least normal thing ever happening to me. Not even when I found out the vampires were real. "What's your name?" I heard her say as she stepped towards me, hand outstretched. When I didn't answer, she reached around the chair next to her and held out a roll of gauze. My mouth formed a line of annoyance at the intrusion in my thoughts. "Huh? What is it?""Your name... I don't know your name." "You know my name," I told her flatly, glaring into her hazel eyes. "No, I don't."She blinked slowly at the statement, clearly taken aback. That was good enough for me.She lowered her arm, looking at me warily as I tore the end off of the bandage roll.
KRISTINA'S POVThey stepped past us and exited the building, shutting the door behind them. He turned back toward me and pulled one of the chairs from beside my table out for himself. He sat down across from me, looking me dead in the eye. "So you're Kristina?" he asked, tilting his head as though appraising me. His voice sounded gruff and masculine, like he was accustomed to getting his way with people. There was something cold and calculating about him that I didn't trust at all. "W-why?""That's interesting. You're a lot different than I expected. What is your last name?" "I... um..." I stuttered, trying to come up with an explanation for why I looked like that. It seemed like I couldn't even answer basic questions without stumbling over myself or making some other stupid mistake. But I really needed help. "It's uh... Kris–I mean, Kristina," I stammered, still unsure what else to say. I felt embarrassed by the fact that I hadn't given him my full name. Maybe I'd assumed that
KRISTINA'S POV"Her name is Kristina, she was a common wolf. And you'll treat her like anyone else. She's still learning the ropes, don't push her. Now where is she?" Roger asked. The man pointed towards my desk and scowled. "Oh. I see..." He looked down at the ground awkwardly. After a moment of silence, he spoke again. "Erm... I'm sorry about earlier. You were obviously trying to take out our intruder and then you got attacked by him. So, I guess I can say I'm sorry. If you need anything, I hope you'll let us know." His expression softened again, but this time, it looked more sympathetic than anything else. Before I could respond, he walked back towards the entrance. When he turned back around, he smiled again. He didn't look apologetic. He was smirking. He must think I'm stupid or something. His footsteps echoed down the hallway until they died out, leaving only my own heavy breathing and the sound of my heartbeat. My knuckles turned white from the pressure of them holding onto
KRISTINA'S POVWell, let them worry. I'm fine. I won't be going anywhere 'till I figure out what's happening with all these people, so they better not call me or try to contact me by any means possible. I don't want any trouble. If they send someone looking for me after I leave the house, then they're gonna get an unexpected surprise. But I'll have to deal with it, eventually. I just wish I knew why I've been summoned here. That's what I'm most curious about, actually. And, as the saying goes, one should never turn your nose up at a bargain when presented with a golden opportunity such as this. In the meantime, I need to decide how I'm going to accomplish my goal while staying hidden from any potential pursuers. I decided to try some research. There were quite a few websites on Google, with lots of pictures attached. I selected several links and read the titles aloud. The results seemed to be promising. There were many sites that showed people with different colored hair, eyes, skin