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To say Yohan was dumbfounded was an understatement. Racking my brain for a reason as to why that was, I just couldn’t quite find a conclusion aside from him misunderstanding my whole sentence. Repeating what I just said in my own mind, it echoed very clearly. Sleep with me. No wonder his mouth was open now, that sounded very much like an invitation.
“Please get your head out of the gutter,” I snap, frowning at him. “This big is big enough for the both of us.”
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The answers are everywhere, it's the questions for those answers that we find hard to decipher.✾ The palm of my hand hits Yohan’s cheek and the sound echoes around the room. He shoots up abruptly his eyes wide as he stares at the door. He grabs me by the shoulder, smushes me close to his chest, and growls. His eyes focused in front of us. Rolling my eyes, I start squirming in his hold. He hugs me tighter, his eyes focusing on the door, blinking rapidly. The ends of his hair were standing up probably due to his sleeping position, while his eyes were still red from sleep.
One can never really safe, especially in the corner of one's mind.✾ “I don’t know if I have the right to say anything but, you should really put ice on that.” Yohan stops chewing his food and raises an eyebrow towards Max. He didn’t so much as smile towards her lame attempt of starting a conversation. He then turns to look at me, the same annoyed look on his face. I can’t help the snicker that came out of me. I apologized the moment I came back here after my informative talk with Max. He accepted it, but made no hesitation in telling me that he finds me intolerable sometimes.
Something done in chance, is not always done in choice.✾Yohan’s hand slid around my neck.It took me a bit of time to process what was actually happening because what in the actual hell was actually happening? And why was I allowing it? Because you want to. A voice, which I assume is my wolf whose dead set on making Yohan the father of her babies, casually whispers into my brain. Her obsession with him is something I can never understand. I don’t understand a lot of things now, ever since she made herself known.I know how mates are, it’s just that I don’t feel any pull. So, I doubt Yohan’s mine.But the
Things done in the power of emotions, can sometimes be looked back at with total regret.✾ Yohan drops me off at the doorstep of Sam and Clancy’s house. We didn’t talk much after what happened back at the inn. I was kind of expecting to be embarrassed after what happened. But, to be perfectly honest, I don’t feel any of that. What I feel is something that I could describe as flying. If that even makes sense. I guess this is what the heroines of most of the fiction books I’ve read felt like. This is probably what cloud 9 feels like.
What is destined to be yours will be yours in a number of ways. ✾Yohan arrived a few hours later and I did not know how I could talk to him.Before he got here, I already talked with Annie. I already mentioned what our plan was. At first, she didn’t want to give away any seeds, it was considered more valuable than gold as of the moment. When I explained though, and that in the long run, this would benefit her and the people of the Savanna, she reluctantly agreed.So now, I was sitting just outside their house. The very same place I first saw Clancy’s little boy. I didn’t raise my head when he arrived, however I did feel him approach. After that kiss we shared, I just sort of feel him stronger now. I suspect it has something to do with my wolf. As well as with what Annie did say, that maybe my wolf just craved so much attention since she was dormant for so long that a male wolf’s attention would feel stronger than i
A time for one's self is the most important there is.✾ I stared at him for a while trying to think about what I could reply. Something that would both appease his wolf and get him to stop talking so his wolf could lay dormant again. To be honest, I had my suspicions, that he wasn’t just an ordinary werewolf like those outside the capital.
The palace was quiet as it was the last remaining weeks. Not one sound could be heard aside from tapping of shoes on polished tiles. The birds outside by the garden were still merrily tweeting their everyday tunes, the humming of the wind against the window pane was still as engaging as ever, and yet, Silas knew things were very much different.It had been weeks since he last saw his consorts. It had been weeks since he had their blasting collars removed making everything as difficult as he has assumed it will be. He could easily sniff them out no problem, however, he’s having doubts on how that will turn out. They were probably angry with him, as one would expect. Not everyone appreciated it when they’re thrown in the streets with nothing but a few materials and the clothes on their back.Releasing a deep sigh, Silas frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose. All were going according to plan. Everything was fine. Except, that’s just the problem. Everything was too fine. Not to mentio
Silence helps fill voids but sometimes it creates it.✾ The walk towards Laguna was probably the most awkward and silent walk I have ever done in my life. That’s saying something since I’m a consort, we were basically born to just be silent. To be honest, I thought it would take us a bit longer, however, it’s like there was a unanimous decision that we won’t be taking any breaks. Not like what we did then, where we took rests during the night, and continued our travels by day. Yohan didn’t so much as look at me since we left the Savanna. I don’t blame him, if positions were different, I wouldn’t pay attention to him too. What irks me is that we’ve been walking for about a day and a half now, without any breaks. This is probably normal to him and he’s not at all tired, but this is the only time in all my years of existence that I was not sedentary. Sweat was forming on the middle of my back, my underarms, the nape of my neck, and there probably was s
Here's to alcohol, the rose-colored glasses of life.✾The place behind the counter looked very much like it really belongs to Verdant.There were various shelves full of jars that had different colored liquids inside. Some had roots, leaves, as well as some things that I didn’t bother identifying. For some reason, my wolf had told me it was better that I didn’t know. There were barrels on either side of the counter, their spigot dripping a sticky brown liquid whose stench made me crinkle my nose. Furrowing my brows, I tried leaning over the counter, checking if there was something that I could at least give Auster, maybe even some water.
There are two questions a man must ask himself: The first is 'Where am I going?' and the second is 'Who will go with me?'✾The second thing I noticed when we reached Verdant was that everyone had a huge smile on their face.Unlike Azure, almost all the villagers had various colored clothing. Although it is quite apparent that most had pipes with them. Even from a distance, I could hear their laughter, as well as notice how there were some random villagers dancing and running about. It had been a long since I’ve seen an actual place in Cinco where there were wolves laughing and having fun.It smelled like fresh dew and the mist was still pretty thick. Much like the old man who was steering our gondola towards one of the docks, they also had glossy eyes. I’m guessing it probably was because of the
And live like it's heaven on earth.✾The first thing I noticed once we reached Verdant was that it was inexplicably green.Verdant was a district that was abundantly covered by mist. The trees and mountains seemed to be covered by moss and various plants and leaves. And everywhere I went, the only thing I could smell was fresh dew. The kind of thing one might smell at the start of the morning as dawn breaks. Once we have reached the vicinity of Verdant, the sound of one of the largest waterfalls I have ever seen echoed throughout the thick forest.The trees surrounding the whole district seemed as tall as the sky and seemed to disappear within the clouds. I had no choice but to look up. I couldn’t even help but awe loudly.“Woah,” I mut
A boy needs a father to show him how to be in the world. He needs to be given swagger, taught how to read a map so that he can recognize the roads that lead to life and the paths that lead to death, how to know what love requires, and where to find steel in the heart when life makes demands on us that are greater than we think we can endure.✾I closed my mouth and listened.Yohan was quiet right next to me and it was thanks to him that I haven’t jumped Eleanor yet. My mate had just gone through something horrible and almost died back in the underground fighting ring and she wants to put him in the spotlight again? Gritting my teeth, I continued looking down on my lap, my hands clenched.“Amara, I don’t like this idea any more than you do,” Eleanor says. Without meaning to, I scoff. I hear her sighing, and I find myself lifting my head a bit to look at her. She was staring daggers at the map, her jaw clenched.
It is a long-cherished tradition among a certain type of military thinker that huge casualties are the main thing.✾It had been a few days since I had breakfast with Eleanor.Like how I imagined it would be it was a bit awkward. Especially with how every few seconds, she would stare at me and tears would leak out of her eyes. I teased her about it, hoping that she would stop, and her pride would get the best of her. However, when I did tease her, not only did it make her more emotional, but it also made her talk about how we used to be in the past.When I had teased her about her tears, she took me seriously. I had assumed that she would just scoff at me or ignore my teasing, but it seemed like the past few months actually changed her. Instead of just rolling her eyes at me, she took it way too seriously. S
No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.✾The first time I ate something that Eleanor had cooked, I instantly regretted it.She was a Sem native, they were great in things like mining and exploring forests but that was it. They were horrible cooks. As much as possible, one would be safer with a Sem native as a guard instead of having them as one of the kitchen staff. Even though they were given a recipe book, or a list of instructions, seeing as they were from Sem, they would end up with a burnt and wasted food. Those from Sem were known for being so full of pride that they rather eat what they had burnt instead of asking for help.Eleanor was one of them. The good thing was that at least she was willing to accept that there were things that she needed to correct. See
Human nature is like water. It takes the shape of its container.✾It was Yohan.Clutching my heart, I narrow my eyes at him, “I didn’t even sense that you were.”“Sorry,” He yawned, stretching his arms up in the air. “Force of habit.”“Habit?”Eleanor coughed behind me. When I turned around though, I realized it wasn’t exactly a cough. From the way her eyes were glittering as she looked at Yohan, I knew it was something different entirely. Her look has been meaningful as if I wasn’t curious enough already. Eleanor was great at lying, which I learned the hard way. With how she was acting, it was like she knew something and desperately wa
Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.✾“I don’t know if I showed it enough,” Eleanor pulled her knees to her chest, leaning her cheek right by her knees. She wasn’t looking at me, her eyes following the flow of the river. The wind had turned chillier than it had been moments ago. I didn’t know if the goosebumps running up my arm were due to the cold or because we were talking now. “But I’ve always thought of you as my sister.”I wanted to tell her that I know that. That’s why her betrayal hurt so much. But I don’t. I’m not even sure it was a question that she wanted an answer to. It was just a statement she wanted to start with.Eleanor started fiddling with her thumbs, “I know that the things I&rsquo
The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.✾The cool wind kiss my cheeks and I hug myself, shivering lightly.The nights had gone colder, which meant it really had been long since I’ve gone out of the gates. We were nearing the mountains, nearing the snow-covered lands that I’ve once read in my books. Breathing out through my mouth, I see white smoke right in front of me, as my warm breath mix and mingles with the cool night air.My eye falls on all the campers here. They had been battling the cold far longer than I did. How had they managed to survive? The tents didn’t offer any type of blankets. Had they adapted?