"I concur with Whitney." The man said, confirming my theory of the woman's name."I don't," Khai simply said."But-" the old man began."I'm done." Khai rudely cut off. His desiccated eyes signalled the end of this conversation.Whitney and the man stepped back and nodded simply.He was just done with the conversation, his interests were elsewhere. His eyes glared straight ahead at Grace who lumbered down from the stairs. She was approaching, barefoot on the snow, her eyes hesitant on his icy ones.He also walked straight to her. Grace held her hands out in defence."You! Grace you! You!" Khai shouted. He didn't have the words."This is all you. Look now, we broke the treaty for you!"Grace started breathing heavily, trying to explain, I could tell she was afraid of the consequences of what she did. Whatever it was, I was anxious for her. Grace shrunk under him, scared."Tell them, tell them all what you did."Khai was terrifying then. Grace cupped her hands and quivered."Say it!""
"Don't ever come back,” he spat at her.I looked between the two and the whole pack around us. No one found this crazy at all. He was about to hit a woman."So she can go out and give it up again?" I asked him."Let's be logical,” I said to the whole pack.They were all angry. I felt a sense of the importance of the treaty. A peace was broken between them and things would never be the same. But I wanted to be rational."Grace can't be out of our sight, she is out of control," I spoke loud for everyone to hear.For some reason, I felt okay to be speaking out of turn. And I knew Khai would be pissed. He had told me earlier to know my place. But if I spoke only to him, I knew he would dismiss me. I needed the peer pressure.Call it disrespect but everyone has a right to an opinion."She should stay here."I pointed at the ground of the garden."Here in the house,” I said, catching eyes like Grace's in the crowd. Whitney and she didn't look pleased. She wasn't going to take
Sometimes I could feel it, the way my mind shifted like a kaleidoscope of images. One hour or minute images of joy, happiness and calm filtered into my eyes and moulded my mental state. The next the world burned and all I could do was watch then the next it would all go dark and heavy and I couldn’t stand it at all.She could see it, just like everyone else. It would only be a matter of time before she started fearing me or avoiding me. A matter of moments before the whole pack came crashing against me, telling me what to do – concern scarring their eyes. I hated their pity, I also hated their indifference.I wasn’t always like this. I didn’t have to be like this. Traga was just not a place for outliers. We were a unique pack of wolves, a pack of wolves with powers - abilities rare and few in other packs. We had them in the many, every third wolf had something special about them, but when it came to behaviour we all had to be the same. Sane, perfect and clean as if that made us strong
She was coming back. She had to be.And she did after a while.Roman walked in with white duct tape. Her fingers taunt at one end of it, the stickiness taking dirt from her nails. She was smug as she strode in.It was her fault she didn't have a room, so she couldn't come in here and make demands."You think you can fix this relationship with duct tape?" I laughed."Maybe I might kiss you if you shut up."I laughed harder. Roman climbed the bed with her dirty feet."Wash your feet first," I complained."Are you commanding me?"She scrunched up her nose as she stood next to my head. I looked up at her and nodded with a serious face."As if," she laughed and the sound of the tape stabbed my ears when she pulled a long reel of it.I watched her both in mild frustration and amusement.Why was she like this?Why didn't obey me or at least listen to me? She was still below me yet she was also my significant other."What are you doing?" I asked.She started pasting the end of the reel to the
Inside my bathroom, Roman watched the water thrust itself out of the tap with curious bright eyes. The tap was ancient, possibly older than I was with plumbing twice older. She sat at the edge, her feet outside the tub. She was calm as a still breeze. Innocent little swirls formed in the water when she stirred it with her hand. She was exquisite."What are you thinking about?""For once, nothing," she said.We both watched the water fill the tub and dipped our grimy feet into the tub as we sat on the edges, turning the water a darker shade than transparency. She swung her feet mildly in a tender manner as she looked down at the water.I found myself reaching down to her feet, gripping one foot. She gasped lightly, that tender shock of a gasp. Our eyes met, she had a blank expression with parted lips and breathed through them.I listened carefully to her breath and heart beat which was moving at a hundred and eighty."May I?" I asked.She took her time to register, blinking rapidly whe
After her confession, I felt like a shell. I left for a glass of water but found the living room so deliciously empty I sat in there, watching the dark TV for hours.I hated pretending and putting up in front of perfection.When she first arrived, I hoped she would be the only person I wouldn’t need to pretend to. She was to be a blank slate, a chance for someone to know me from scratch without the history and prequel. I had an opportunity to make an impression and I blew it. She could see the cracks in my personality—the inconsistencies. I couldn’t help it. I took my pills after the battle. I too could feel I acted rash and incredibly inconsistent. I couldn’t imagine how it felt to encounter me, imagine being attached to me.How silly it was of me to convince myself I didn't need the pills anymore. I guess I didn't need them when I had no one too close to me, as close as she was getting. But I could see the effect I had on her. The way my words and behaviour would confuse her or drain
It was a ghastly place - that’s why I hated the city. Things always got out of hand, with trash everywhere and potholes. Though it was covered in snow you could tell the place was rundown and possibly older than two generations.The building stood alone at the edge of town, made of red bricks and grey cement paths. Khai and Walter got out of the car and started hauling the big packs of rice and flour out of the car and they told me to take as much of the smaller stuff as I could.Behind the walls I could hear small footsteps running around, screams of joy – a chorus of children. Walter set two knocks on the door and a tired old woman opened the door. Grey hair and a long black dress, sparing no skin. She appeared to be a nun.“Shekhaina, so good to see you boy.”She pulled him into a hug. Khai was all smiles when he set the pack of rice on the ground and embraced her.Shekhaina. What a beautiful name.“Walter,” she beamed and hugged him too.She placed several kisses all over his face.
Walter and I went indoors. The nun lady offered us some hot chocolate and we drank it in the kitchen. Her name was Emelda and she was so sweet my teeth hurt.I could see Khai from here, reading a story to 10 to 15 children seated on the mat before him in the living room. He was so animated, doing the voices and everything. I tried not to stare.“Can I be honest with you?” I asked Walter.Walter faced me and nodded. I was afraid he’d tell Khai everything. Khai could force it out of him but I needed someone to talk to.I hesitated. His eyes were true and curious. He was the best option. I hardly saw him around so I hoped that would be advantageous. Hopefully, he wouldn't be around enough for Khai to pry.“This whole mate thing, it’s confusing. I hardly know him but I feel like I can trust him. I want him but I’m also afraid of him. Do you get that?”“That’s how it is at first. Humans call it love at first sight. You see someone and instantly know you love them then you get to know them
Sweat beaded my chest. Air slipped between my lips as it was too fast for me to catch it. The room was humid and I kicked off the blanket as it was burning my covered feet. I covered my face with my hands to feel if I was real. If I was really here in the Traga house. It was just a dream. Just a very vivid dream.This time I was trapped in a cage of trees, formed close to each other like clasped fingers - refusing me any pathway. A bloodthirsty growl came from a dark forest. I was in my wolf form, injured and scared. A black wolf appeared in the distance. It was him, the bloody Azrael alpha, Intiyago. My hands trembled at the thought of him. The whole dream made him a deadly demon, it made him larger than reality, someone who could shift in and out of my head at will.Although I was wide awake the terror still thummed in me like a pulse. My eyes scanned the room, maybe he was behind the bookshelf or the ominous bathroom door.It wasn't the first time I dreamt of him though, even befor
"Rue, Regina and I were the only girls, the rest were boys. Rue and Regina are-were twins."She choked and my gaiety disappeared."We all had golden eyes. The whole pack. At night we didn't need any light,” she said with distance.I nodded for her to carry on."Robin was the firstborn, he was very cocky but still the best older brother I've ever had. Then there was Ryan and Ryco, who were two years apart and the best of friends. They liked pranks and managed to piss off everyone in the village. They looked out for me, constantly defending me from Riven's bullying. He bullied everyone but that's just how he expressed himself I guess."A short shaky breath left her lips."You don't have to-""Riven fed on my humiliation."I admired her boldness. "Reuben was anti-social most of the time. You kind of remind me of him." She smiled."I am not anti-social," I argued. I wasn't."You kinda are, when you want to be.""You don't know me," I stated and she rolled her rich eyes."Anyways, the rea
Everything irritated me. I could feel particles in the air brushing past every inch of me as I went downstairs like soft paper cuts on my skin. The air was not clean, I could see dust wafting in the air and resting on the brim of vases, must on the windows. The world around me exploded into intricate disgusting detail. I could hear everything, everyone's thoughts and voices like a cacophony in my brain. Sounds of subtle movements, shifting, shuffling, coughs and saliva. Louder and louder by the second.Why was this happening now? Why couldn't I just have a simple conversation with her? Have long moments of tranquility. I wanted to go back to her but I knew I'd be annoyed with her. Everything in existence irritated me. I'd be so insufferable she'd hate me more than she already did.Since she arrived, I've been experiencing lighter swings but I could feel this one was going to be heavy if I couldn't help it.I rushed down the stairs and clapped off the dust under my hands from the rails
"This is interesting," I commented as I held beautiful black lace underwear. Its fabric soft to the touch. My mind could already imagine her goddess-carved body in the black lace. She'd rule my world.Roman tied her hair up in the corner. She looked at me with an uncomfortable look."Uh... yeah- um. Yolanda put it there. I don't know why she did that," she stuttered.Roman was a shit lair. Her heart rate always sped up and her eyes wandered when she did. She was like an open book. Sometimes."It's nice," I admitted and imagined her gorgeous lady lumps in the lingerie. Her sweet caramel skin under the black."Thanks, I guess?” she said awkwardly.A silence crept up on us. That night in the diner was the only time it ever felt normal between us. Were just people, talking and things flowed between us like a cold river. I wanted it to be that way all the time.I eyed a plastic of products on the side of my bed. I dug around in the bag and took out a container."I sent someone out for some
Who did they think I was? Grace, who went around sleeping with everyone? Because that worked out great for her. Were they trying to sabotage me? I was a real wolf. I had values, morals, and traditions. Did they think I would just fold to whatever condition they laid before me? Did she think I was gullible because I was a wild wolf?I sighed. I needed to calm down. I decided to keep quiet for the rest of the shopping trip, listening to Yolanda's stories about her and Jacob. I had to admit they were really interesting but, at the same time, I was thinking about Khai.What he was doing right now or what he was thinking about. I could feel that he was alive somewhere somehow. Was he just sitting at home or was he out with the pack, having a meeting or doing whatever made him rich?"You look great," Yolanda said.She was reading a magazine. We were in a fitting room and I came out in the flora dress."It compliments your skin colour, it makes you glow," she added.Heat rushed up to my chee
"I like this dress, maybe you will look good in it too."I looked up from biting my lips, at Yolanda who held a floral dress to her body."It's short, it's still winter," I said mindlessly.I wasn't paying attention.It didn't make sense now did it? How I could be so close to Khai yet so distant? We slept in the same room yet I'd get butterflies thinking of what to say next."Oh come on, winter will be over in a month or so, you even said it,” she said walking to me from the other side of the clothing rack."I don't know." I shook my head.We were at a large shopping mall uptown, in an independent clothing store called Flora's. I had suggested we get in here but I couldn't focus. All that presented itself before my eyes was Khai's body - a shirt shifting off his body before bed, then he'd slip on his navy blue pyjama shirt and smirk at me, and read a book as I fell asleep. His scent remained in my nose though he was miles away at home. I could still smell him, craved him like a vice. I
Yolanda and I discussed the matter of Grace's accommodation. Khai didn't even want to come; he stayed in his room. I wore Yolanda's jeans and a white top."She will just take back her old room back. I didn't even touch it," I sighed."As long as it’s cool with you," Jacob said, we were in their room.It was a large room that smelled of autumn leaves that had been basking in the Sun all day. We sat on the three-seat couch by the frosted window."Yeah I mean, I'll have to sleep with Khai eventually,” I said plainly.Jacob smiled playfully at me."Sleep with him," he laughed."Gosh, Jacob!" I exclaimed, blushing.Yolanda laughed from their bathroom."Why are you silly?" I asked him."It's just the way he is," Yolanda said.She came out, wiping her face with a towel. They hugged each other and kissed. Their love was so obnoxious, you didn't need to be a genius to see. It was too much."How did you guys meet?"They turned their attention to me. Jacob smiled."Jacob and I have been in this
When we got home the house was dark. Everyone had gone to sleep. We tiptoed poorly through the house, giggling like teenagers who'd snuck out right under mommy and daddy's noses. Roman bumped her elbow against the corner of the counter and hissed in pain. I covered my mouth and I laughed at her."It's not funny," she whispered."It is," I laughed.The stairs seemed to creak louder than they'd ever creaked in their lives. Each step the wood yawned and stretched.In the room she went to the bathroom and put on a night dress. I wore my own pyjamas and she came out of the bathroom in my mother's old night dress."You look like someone's grandmother," I said."Glad I'm unattractive to you Khai," she said with a mischievous grin and sat on her side of the bed.She began tying her hair up and I watched her merticulously. How she held and picked up each lock into the velvet hair tie. She had her back to me so I could just stare. The night dress was big so when her arms were raised the sleeves
And there it was—that look defined by pity. I slid my hand out of hers as she scowled at me.The snow had a better look. Indifference. Never pity. She'd soon become like the rest of them, watching me, waiting for a break. Concerned. Worried. Saddened."I'll kill him," she muttered.Her hand was in a fist, her jaw clenched."Where did he even get the gall?" her voice grew louder as she became infuriated."That's vile. It's disgusting Khai. Is he still alive?"I nodded slowly. I was surprised. No one had ever reacted like that. I expected a sorry. An apology but none of that. Rage. Just as I had felt. All-consuming rage."Let's find him.""Roman," I whispered.That's insane, I wanted to say. Crazy. It's old news, it doesn't even bother me anymore. I don't care about him. He's probably in jail by now. I can't be living in the past. All these things I wanted to say but I said none of them. I said nothing.We couldn't kill a human. They are so helpless. A sickness would get him. Such vile