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Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 34
"What happened at the station?" My mother asks, abruptly rescuing me from my wandering mind. We walk through the empty streets on our way to the cemetery side by side. The air is filled with tension and dread, mostly mine. "Nothing," I reply quickly. She turns to me and gives me the look. The one that says that I'm not fooling her. "It's a bad day," I justify. I can't see she's not happy, but she doesn't force me to say anything else. And all too soon we reach the black iron gates. My steps falter as my heart gallops straight to my throat. "We don't have to do this now. We can come back another time," my mother says noticing my hesitation.I shake my head vehemently. "Let's go," I say with no determination. We navigate through the cemetery, each step weighing more than the previous, my blood rushing, my eyes burning, my breaths shallow, and then... then I find them. The sight brings me to my knees in front of them. My mother attempts to grab me, but I'm in a distant world, so
Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 35
The walk to the hotel is a blur. So much so that I have no idea how my mother achieved it. She calls someone as soon as we arrive- my father, no doubt. The word 'therapist' is repeated often, but I'm in no condition to resist. The air in the room is pungent with crippling dread, and awkward silence. Nothing I can say can fill the empty void, and it all seems useless. If the cemetery is any proof, it just showed that I can't deal with my past. Any of it. And it's finally catching up to me. What a mess. My mother gets us a few sandwiches for lunch, and I attempt a smile. I don't think I could handle leaving this room, even if I wanted to. She cleans the superficial wounds I created while scratching my back, and we fall back into silence.We sit side by side on the single bed, reeling from the entire experience. It seems like hours before my mother breaks the silence. "How are you feeling?" She asks timidly, and I want to punish myself for making her uncomfortable around me, for push
Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 36
The hours pass by incredibly slow as we attempt to deal with all the bagagge that just landed in our laps. So, we do everything we can to minimize the collateral damage. We talk, we walk, and we pretend that the world isn't falling apart right beneath our feet. We fall into a dependent rotine, concerned that even the slightest detour could send us reeling into the somber pit we barely escaped of. When my phone buzzes in the middle of the second night, disrupting the quiet of our small hotel room, I all but jump to it, because there's only one person that would try to text me.Can you come downstairs?I frown. What is Devin doing here so early? Something must be seriously wrong. My heart kickstarts in my chest. I look at my mother's sleeping form once before I push the sheets back from my body, and rapidly tip toe to the exit. I close the door as softly as I can, but I'm already anxious, torn between launching myself into a stream of apologies or questions. I fly by the empty, bare
Sacrificed Warrior Prologue
My heart beats in a frantic rhythm, and adrenaline courses through my body with each thunderous contraction. My mind is scattered with too many scenarios that could destroy my only chance of escape.I clench my fists as I press my ear closer to the door, listening to the chaos that quickly spread through the compound. Screams permeate the air, and a part of me is destroyed every time the echoes reach me.Somewhere out there, the person who raised me that cared for me is on a killing spree, maddened with the loss of her mate. Somewhere out there, Natalie is ready to fight these men until her last breath. We orchestrated this plan years ago, already knowing that one of them would be assassinated. It was only a matter of time. Still, losing them both is agony.I swallow my sorrow and grab the necklace around my neck, squeezing it tight. It's a simple heart-shaped pendant hanging from a rusty chain. It's also my most prized possession. This symbolizes Natalie and Adrian, their love for e
Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 1
The colorful shops, the bursting-to-the-brim coffee shops, the cars that hurriedly pass the avenue, and even the people themselves are fascinating. Everything feels so strange, so intense. It's tremendously hard to get used to seeing so many people. For years, all I could do was imagine the outside world, and now that I'm finally here, I can never let go. I'm mesmerized by the sky, how the clouds chase each other in a never-ending race, and how the sun displays itself so proudly.These people have the most magnificent miracle above their heads and do not glance up. They take these mundane things for granted, unaware of the unfortunate ones that would give anything to be this free. Instead, they look at the ground or their phones. Some are in such a rush that they don't see anything at all. So many saddened faces pass through me, and no one bothers to slow down.As I absorb the world around me, I vow that if I ever find myself safe, I'll stare at the sun every single day because every
Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 2
Tyler doesn't slow down until we reach the modest house standing in the middle of the woods. The pack house is the living quarters of the alpha and the warrior. In cases of emergency, it's also the shelter for all Jason's subordinates. Most days, it's deserted so as not to attract unwanted attention. Today is no different, it seems. Richard was ushered into the house long before I reached it, and I'm glad. My patience is already short on a good day, and I'm sure I couldn't handle his taunting without breaking his neck. The two-story house is poorly kept, showing the years that rippled through her. White paint cascades down the exterior walls, showing the cement below; the windows have a layer of dust preventing the entrance of the light and bars covering them. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it had been abandoned for a few months now. I pass a living room but have no time to stand and look as I'm rushed to the office. My eyes quickly avert to the enormous maple table in the
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Their arms stay wrapped around me for the longest time. It's strange to be in such proximity to other people. It took me months to allow Natalie to get near me, even more, to let her touch me; it was years before I let her hug me, but with them it's almost easy. It takes what seems like hours for the tears to dry from our eyes. Distance has its own way of destroying the soul, and the cracks in our bodies are already showing. When the two other people in the room become too much to ignore, we're forced to stand and separate. Alpha Jason is about my height and lean; from his frame, I'd never say he was the alpha of this pack. His body appears more prepared to sit behind a desk than to fight, but this, I know, is an illusion. To become a leader, he had to undergo a series of cruel tests, and brutal challenges. He was crafted to defeat all potential opponents. As I stare into his almond eyes, I sense the danger that lurks underneath. I remind myself that a fighter isn't only measured b
Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 4
I wake disorientated. For a moment, I forget where I am, and jump when I see the light streaming through the window. I sit as the events of yesterday rush through me. This was probably the best rest I had in years. Silently, I trudge to the hallway, fearing that this dream might come to an end if I dare to make a noise. A heavenly smell wafts to my nostrils as I climb down the stairs. "Good morning." I startle at the sound, frantically looking around for a threat. I search the foreign surroundings, but there isn't a menace nearby, only my mother with a dissolving smile on her angelic face."I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."My heart kicks at my rib cage with a familiar ferocity. I take small breaths to calm my erratic system. "It's fine." Even as the words escape my lips, I can see my mother recriminating herself for this. I offer her a small smile as I enter the kitchen. My father stares at me with concern painted across his features. I dismiss their gaze by observing the
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Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 36
The hours pass by incredibly slow as we attempt to deal with all the bagagge that just landed in our laps. So, we do everything we can to minimize the collateral damage. We talk, we walk, and we pretend that the world isn't falling apart right beneath our feet. We fall into a dependent rotine, concerned that even the slightest detour could send us reeling into the somber pit we barely escaped of. When my phone buzzes in the middle of the second night, disrupting the quiet of our small hotel room, I all but jump to it, because there's only one person that would try to text me.Can you come downstairs?I frown. What is Devin doing here so early? Something must be seriously wrong. My heart kickstarts in my chest. I look at my mother's sleeping form once before I push the sheets back from my body, and rapidly tip toe to the exit. I close the door as softly as I can, but I'm already anxious, torn between launching myself into a stream of apologies or questions. I fly by the empty, bare
Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 35
The walk to the hotel is a blur. So much so that I have no idea how my mother achieved it. She calls someone as soon as we arrive- my father, no doubt. The word 'therapist' is repeated often, but I'm in no condition to resist. The air in the room is pungent with crippling dread, and awkward silence. Nothing I can say can fill the empty void, and it all seems useless. If the cemetery is any proof, it just showed that I can't deal with my past. Any of it. And it's finally catching up to me. What a mess. My mother gets us a few sandwiches for lunch, and I attempt a smile. I don't think I could handle leaving this room, even if I wanted to. She cleans the superficial wounds I created while scratching my back, and we fall back into silence.We sit side by side on the single bed, reeling from the entire experience. It seems like hours before my mother breaks the silence. "How are you feeling?" She asks timidly, and I want to punish myself for making her uncomfortable around me, for push
Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 34
"What happened at the station?" My mother asks, abruptly rescuing me from my wandering mind. We walk through the empty streets on our way to the cemetery side by side. The air is filled with tension and dread, mostly mine. "Nothing," I reply quickly. She turns to me and gives me the look. The one that says that I'm not fooling her. "It's a bad day," I justify. I can't see she's not happy, but she doesn't force me to say anything else. And all too soon we reach the black iron gates. My steps falter as my heart gallops straight to my throat. "We don't have to do this now. We can come back another time," my mother says noticing my hesitation.I shake my head vehemently. "Let's go," I say with no determination. We navigate through the cemetery, each step weighing more than the previous, my blood rushing, my eyes burning, my breaths shallow, and then... then I find them. The sight brings me to my knees in front of them. My mother attempts to grab me, but I'm in a distant world, so
Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 33
By the time we hit the road, I'm convinced my heart has finally and utterly given up. My mind swirls around the kiss I shared with Devin, trying- and failing- to make sense of what exactly happened back in my room. Does this change things between us? Does it have to? Still, it's a welcoming distraction from the overwhelming and all-consuming anxiety creeping steadily on me. My mom drives while Devin cheerfully chats away with her from the passenger seat. There's a boyish grin plastered on his face, threatening to split his lips, something that wasn't there this morning. It's strangely fascinating how at ease with each other they seem to be, how the conversation just flows. I can only hope one day to have the same ability. To walk without my ghost's weight crushing me or to endure it as they do. How do they do it? Every so often, Devin glances back at me and smiles with abandon. I know this is just a ruse, a trick to stray his conscience away from the lingering worry. Worry for
Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 32
Today, I see the graves. Today, I finally say goodbye. And so, I'm all nervous energy, walking around my room aimlessly, just trying to calm down. I barely slept, too afraid of the monsters lying waiting for me with open mouths and sharp teeth.Devin and my parents have tried in vain to calm me down these past couple of days. I can see the worry that oozes off them in waves. Even though being near them is a welcoming distraction, it's not enough. As the hands of the clock get closer to the desired time, my heart escalates to an alarming rhythm, the blood quickly traveling through my veins, rushing, screaming, begging for relief. My mind is so scattered that I've successfully tricked myself into believing that the scars on my back are open. I keep glancing at the mirror to assure myself it's only an illusion. The hallucination is so real that the scent of blood tickles my nose, and my back burns exactly like it did all those days of torture. My brain keeps balancing between past and
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I open my eyelids and focus on the middle-aged man in front of me. His full beard, bald head, and relaxed posture strangely put me at ease, as if I were talking to my own father. His calm green eyes try to read right into mine. What does he see? Desperation? "Why did Sean banish his son?" I ask defeatedly. It's not much to go on, I'm relying on pure instinct and curiosity, but I have nothing else to tether to. He crosses his arms and replies nonchalantly. "Because of what the hybrids did to his son."I nod. Everyone knows this much. The hybrids scarred his son. However, I remember the discomfort my dad displayed when he mentioned this, how he said he could never have put me through something like that, and so, I follow his lead."Because of a mark? What, Sean can't handle a scar?" I provoke. The result is immediate. Fierceness replaces tranquility, battling among his wrinkles, anger directed at the perpetrators. Rage that I recognize all too well. "It's more than that," he takes
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Even though the tension in the room was suffocating, my parents and I managed to come up with a plausible story for my disappearance. We predicted all of the questions and created the answers. Bethany informed the police that I was discharged and was finally ready to be interrogated. How she got a doctor to play along with the act is beyond me. They came to the house, a man and a woman, and spoke as if not to scare me away. They revised the pictures of my wounds and inquired about every single detail: who they were, their appearance, and what they wanted. I answered as truthfully as I could, except for the purpose of my abduction. I played the role of the devastated victim: fragile, defeated, and heartbroken, to prevent them from confronting me. My parents stood beside me, one on each side, encouraging and aiding the scenario of the destroyed family coming together. It takes us about 2 hours before they're satisfied, though I doubt this will be the last time I hear from them. Onc
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Devin tenses, reluctant for once, but he doesn't deny me the truth. "It started four days ago. Your parents asked me to not say anything. They wanted to talk to you first, to deliver the news."I stare ahead once again, pondering over this new piece of information."Don't be too harsh on them, Audrey. They want to protect you. They just don't know how."I bow my head to hide the disappointment and the fear. The overwhelming and all-consuming fear that threatens to untether me from this earth. Against my will, my hands start to shake uncontrollably, and I can feel myself slipping away to another reality, to another time. Slowly, I begin to fall into another flashback. Devin's hand suddenly covers my own, and I flinch out of instinct at the unexpected connection. Still, he shows no indication of moving them soon. This, too, is a change, the ease with which he touches me. "Hey," he says softly. "We won't let them hurt you. You have my word," Devin vows passionately, squeezing my hands
Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 28
I'm numb. I'm in another dimension as Eric turns on the TV, and my name appears on each channel. A picture pops up next to it- how they got it is beyond me. But there's no mistaking my identity. My breathing becomes shallow, and I become hyperaware of it. Ryan and Eric speak, but the sound is lost on me. Ryan finishes the arrangements with Eric, and all I can do is focus on the air quickly leaving my lungs. I'm done. I'm utterly and irrevocably done. I can't do this anymore. This was the last straw. The thin grip I had on reality just escaped my weak hands. They are coming for me. The words keep replaying in my mind as I try, in vain, to stay tethered to this moment. I'm slipping away. My back burns, reminding me of what they will do when they find me. I can smell the scent of burnt flesh and feel my skin reaping apart beneath the sharpness of the whip. They're coming. I can't breathe. Ryan must have noticed because he quickly leads me away from the building. Still, when he tr
