Nursing a glass of champagne, I gaze blankly at the crowd of people talking in hushed tones. You could occasionally hear someone’s laughter ring out louder than others. The vibrant, classy music being played the orchestra added to the radiant ambience in the room. What a happy, fun event for all parties involved. Sitting in the armchair by the unlit fireplace, I shifted my gaze to my glass, watching the drink fizz with bubbles and ran my tongue over my lower lip. I covered my trembling hand with the other, anxious for my mates to return. It was blessing not to have anyone approach me but I do not think I could last long among this people. If only I had my ability to see aura, it would be easier to know who would want me hurt or not. I finished the rest of my drink in a single gulp then placed the glass on the ornamental stool beside me. My stomach tossed around like a petulant wave. I sighed and looked around for a waiter, needing another glass in my hand. Being sober did me no good
It was exhausting lying to my mates that I was all right and giving an oblivious smile to whoever gave me annoyed glances. This time my reflection did not disappear, appearing at every chance. Biting the insides of my cheek until I could taste blood, I maintained my composure. At least, I tried to. Thankfully, my mates took the moment as a sign to exit the party. As soon as we were in the safety of the vehicle, they bombarded me with questions. “I got distracted for a moment. What was going on? Why did you disappear for so long, Connor?” “Stop answering our questions with another question. What is going on, babe?” “You mentioned something about a witch earlier too.” “It was only a joke, Reed.” “I fucking felt your fear! We felt it so do not fucking cut us off like that.” “I am not cutting you off. I just need space.” “What happened to all of us communicating openly?” “Give me time!” Reed’s eyes flashed with barely contained anger, and his jaw ticked. He looked out the win
Time is fluid. It flowed of its own accord, forgetting it strung me along in the first place. It did not care that I remained stuck in a lone, silent darkness surrounded by shards of glass for hours on end. Another crinkling sound yawned as I shifted and turned on my feet. No matter how many times I turned, I could get numb to the pain that pricked the soles of my bleeding feet. It was maddening, trapped in the gnawing silence and darkness. I fed on my bloodied fingers and tried to drown the pained moans I believed came from my unguarded mind. Being alone left me to my thoughts; many of which I realized were true. It cost me nothing if only I had remained obedient and never pursued my desires. I would have become a leader worthy of Arth, envied and feared by all. Here I was, lying in a pool of regret I created with my own hands. Curse the gods! Curse the ties they spun between their children that they refer to as mating. Curse their deference to my calamity. How could they hear me
I eyed 'my' belongings. Clearly, whatever had taken over my body had a lot of fun personating me. I grabbed every last bit of things that weren't mine and disposed them in the bin. Their obsession with sparkly items distressed me. Running my hands through my hair, I contemplated what to do regarding the matter. It would be hard discussing this with Connor and Reed since they have been preoccupied with pack matters. The only other thing I could do would be to retrace the steps of the one who took over my body.First things first, I needed to meet the others. Perhaps I could a thing or two out of them. I stepped into the busy household and, right away, spot Jess with the two babies. She rocked them as they slept in the double winged cot. When she saw me, she pressed a finger to her lips and smiled. "The cookies are ready," Claire chimed, placing the tray of newly baked chocolate chip cookies on the table. "Hey, Phoebe. It's been while.""Yeah, it has." They looked different, and so
90"Who are you talking to?" Reed looked behind me, searching. "No one." "I thought I heard a male voice...""You are hearing things." He turned his sharp gaze on me, as if wondering to call me out on my lie or ignore it. I did wonder why I had to lie about calling Lucas over when they were already acquainted with one another. Have I really come to this? Keeping secrets from the ones who love me? Or 'loved' me. "Are you okay? Jess called me to check up on you." "I'm fine." The air turned awkward between us as we watched each other, expectant. I wanted him to leave so I would not have to put up with the guilt that I had lied. He raised his hands, resigned, but nodding. "I will be downstairs if you need me or something.""I'm fine," I repeated. "I didn't say otherwise, Phoebe. Gods, you don't need to start another fight.""Can you leave already?" I demanded, raising my voice. Surprised, I pursed my lips and closed my eyes. "Whoa. Fine." "I don't know why you bother when you're
91"Not again. Where am I?" On the bright side, it was literally bright compared to the horror freak show with the darkness. The air smelled like pine and roses. My voice echoed, bouncing off nothing. Was this any better than my former cage? I softly hoped my body was not possessed by another mysterious being. A glint caught my eye, drawing my attention to the ground. Gold lines slowly inscribed themselves in the ground, appearing like footprints and shimmering like dust. I followed after them, hoping it led somewhere. When I looked back, there was nothing but terrifying white. I took a deep breathe and followed after the golden prints that continued on its way. Cool breeze brushed against my cheeks. The growing weakness in my bones energized at the thought of something other than the white. As I continued on the path, the white faded away, becoming waving trees, whistling birds and a field of roses. The sky was bright with clouds despite the absence of the sun. The moon formed an
"Phoebe Woods, quit slacking over there. Come on!" I blinked into the lights and cheers. Taking in the team flags, my dark blue jersey, the audience and the court, I realised I was back in time. Panthers versus Net Rippers. The game that made me lost my bet with Reed Hastings. "Phoebe!" I glanced at Coach and gave her an apologetic smile. Familiarity pumped through my veins as the ball flew my way. I guarded and bounced the ball, looking for who to pass it to. "Zoe!" Zoe nodded at her name and reached out as I passed the ball to her. She bounced the ball across the court towards Lily. My blood ran cold as I remembered the reason why we lost. Lily was going to trip on her feet. I picked up speed, taking the ball from Lily. "Sorry!" I called out. The net was not far away. I could make the shot. I threw the ball without a second thought. With the crowd, I watched, holding my breath. I was going to make the net... A flurry of red flew in my line of sight, knocking the ball away fro
I stretched as I entered the basketball court with the rest of my team for the last training. It was already occupied by Reed and his teammates. "What are you guys doing here?" I asked, suddenly remembering that this was where my bracelet broke. I held on to it tight to protect it. "I should be asking you that question, Phoebe." Reed stepped forward, jogging a ball in his hand. "Care to share?" I asked. Reed cocked his head, as if he expected me to protest. Which is exactly what I would have done if I didn't know what would happen afterwards. "Sure." He eyed me with suspicion, heading back to his teammates. Reed stopped in his steps and turned. "How about a match, Phoebe?"My heart thumped in my chest. If I play, I would get hit in the face with the ball which would lead to the bracelet breaking. Wait, that does not make sense. What exactly caused the bracelet to break? I looked down at my arm, trying to remember what little detail I missed. "No, thanks.""I didn't know you were
When Morgan left, it felt like life pushed me back into my reality. Wiccan terminologies and slangs I thought I had forgotten came out of me as Morgan and I chatted, and reminisced about the good old days and the things that happened in my absence. The house buzzed with everyone talking about their day, well except Claire. She stalked Morgan out of here. A mail arrived an hour later, requesting all Alphas to be present for a meeting that evening. The sudden call turned the atmosphere tense as everyone realized the cause and could only imagine the outcome. I catered to the potions and charms Morgan made, keeping them in a safe drawer in my room. The strong colors showed the potency and strength the potions held. It would be possible to protect the house and everyone in it with these alone. “Are you hiding in here to cry now that your friend is gone?” I laughed at Jess words as she walked in into the bedroom. “Reed and Connor said to check in on you. They would have done so themselves
I pulled Morgan into a hug once more. It felt as though he might disappear if I take my eyes off him or let him go. He laughed and held me steady, reassuring me. I drew back and took another look at him. He dressed in casual clothing and boots but his exhaustion was clear as day on his face. “If I knew I would be missed this much, I will stay away longer,” He joked, his gaze shifting to the giggling babies. “Aw, babies. Any of these happen to be yours by any chance?”“No.” I picked up Pete from the hastily made bed of soft towels and pillows. “This little guy is Pete and the other is Theo.”He shook his head and refrained from carrying the baby. “Babies are cute to look at but I don’t know how to care for them. That is Ace’s job.”“Try it! He’s soft and cuddly.” “And easy to drop.” He rejected the offer once more. “When will you start popping out yours?”Turning Pete to rest on my chest, I threw Morgan a scowl. “Why are you here anyway?” “Wiccan envoys from Arth decided to drop by
The construction of the safe house came along faster than we expected. Rhys and Liam worked as contract construction workers in a private company. Their knowledge was useful in gathering materials and putting in the work to build the shelter. I tried to help by lifting tools and joining materials together. When my usefulness was outdone by the werewolves’ strength and speed, I resigned to working with Orion to get more provisions. As we began to offload the groceries into the car, the shadows suddenly spread across the ground. The wind picked up, bringing with it a storm of dust. As I shielded my face, my clothes pulled against me. I helped Orion get into the backseats of the car to hide out. “I don’t believe this change in weather was included in the weather forecast this morning,” he said, coughing. My nose itched as I looked at the dark sky. The clouds covered the sun, blocking away rays that attempted to escape. The sand storm might have been overlooked by the forecast team,
“Where have you been?” I grabbed the demon by the collar of his shirt, demanding. “I asked you a question, you damn demon!”“Go easy on the shirt. It cost me a lot.” He grabbed my wrists, loosening my grip on him. “I ventured a little farther and got captured.”“What? Who did it?” I noticed the dark blood prints on his shoes and knees of his white trousers. “Why is there blood on you?”“Calm down, Princess. Some of it isn’t mine.” He sighed heavily, running his hands through his hair. “I took a small vacation back to hell to regain some of my awesomeness.”“Quit saying shit and tell me what happened.” I offered him a glass of water then wondered if demons needed to drink water at all. Lucas drank greedily, and wiped his mouth when he finished. “Some crazy witches caught me, the ones serving the ‘Lord’ and tried to use me to do their dirty work.”“Tried?”“They used me to do their dirty work, okay? Murder, extortion, anything you can think of. It was awful not having a free will.”
I felt awful. A person being happy about someone else’s misfortune has a price. Having a conscience does little good and gives little benefits but it pays. It pays to have people be indebted to you. Okay, that’s enough with this terrible monologue. But I was right. Those two blondes are twins. The cab stopped in my familiar, middle class town. I stepped into Jess’ clinic and found it empty. There was no sign of struggle or blood. Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself into thinking she stepped for a moment. Making use of the private bathroom, I showered and changed into some dress I found in a lost and found box. The bell at the door jingled as the door creaked inwards. I stopped mid-twirl and stepped towards the entrance. “Doc is out at the moment,” I said, sweeping my hair into a messy ponytail. “Oh, it’s you guys.” “You sound disappointed to see us.” Connor carried in a gift basket while Jess held a bouquet of fresh flowers. “Where did you go earlier?” “Out and about.” I look
"Is that a limo?" The nail file fell to the clean tiled ground with a sharp clang. I gawked at the sleek black, long vehicle parked in front of the clinic. I scurried to the door, gawking at the extravagance. When Alpha Simon said he would send transport, I did not think he would send a flashy one. This was highly unnecessary. What if my mates were present? How did they even find me? “Jess? I’ll be back in a few.”“That,” she pointed at the limousine. “…is for you?”“Surprisingly so.” I turned to grab my purse. “Could you not tell Connor and Reed about this? Ill let them know myself when I get back.”“But what if they drop by?” she asked, darting another look at the vehicle outside. The suited driver stepped out of the car, and came around to wait at the passenger’s door. “Make up an excuse. I am sorry about this and thank you, Jess.”“But where are you going?” she yelled as I dashed out of the clinic. “Be careful.”Climbing into the vehicle, I waved her bye. Settling in, I came f
The day to intrude on Alpha Simon came sooner than expected. I took a cab, growing unsettled by the minute as the vehicle entered the next town. I had the cab pull up in front of the town's hall. When I got off, my plans suddenly seemed childish. What was I thinking? How am I supposed to find an Alpha in a town of many people? What was I going to do, walk in and ask for a Simon? There could be a thousand Simons in this town for all I knew.I watched people come and go, unable to tell the difference between them. They could all be normal people, wondering if I was the weird one. I brushed my hair out of my face, irritated by the afternoon breeze. I really should not be here. Pulling out my phone, I looked for a cab to get me back home. A shadow cast over my figure as someone fell in step beside me. "The Alpha bet you would be here but I did not believe him."Startled, I flinched at the low voice and looked at the bearer. It was the Mohawk dude from the other day. His piercing gaze sh
"Reed explained the situation to me. I do agree it's important to calm everyone down." She peered at me with a firm gaze. "I believe you have been explained to how the process goes." "Yes," I replied. "This might be a source of discomfort to you, baring yourself to wolves at a time like this. Don't worry though. The test will take place before the council and some by this time next week." I nodded in understanding. "I can't wait to get this over with." "If you don't mind me asking, have you come in contact with any witch since your banishment from Arth?" "No, none." "Strange," she mused. "Pardon me but when Arth is this quiet, its people are up to no good." "I like to think they are just healing from the mess. Besides, they have a serial killer bound. They are probably preoccupied with investigating than planning another attack." "Let's hope so." Her grave tone tugged at my nerves. Connor grabbed my hand and gently squeezed. I might have been banned from Arth but my friends h
In bed, I curled up in Reed's arms, browsing celebrity gossip on his phone. The evening found the Pack House quiet after the departure of Simon and his men. Connor, Jeremy and Rhys went to make sure they were truly good from our lands and scurried around for signs of another invader. Simon have no other information other than what he wanted from us: me. From his manner of speech, it seemed to be something of grand scale. If it was, Alpha Simon should know that I do not bear powers that made a witch a master of the elements. Before I retired, I sent Lucas on a spying mission. He had been keeping an eye on the imprisoned witches who continued to work in secret. I paused in my reading, feeling Reed's hands venture under my night gown and massage my breast. It reminded me of how long it has been since we last made love. With everything that has been going on, it seemed like the last thing on anyone's mind. Besides, the kids are right next door. I could hear them reading a book with Lia