I burned like a star. Endless upon endless combustions of passion fuelled by the bottomless well of my desire. I had only gazed down that well before, I didn't know my waters ran that deep. I was in a frenzy. Conscious yet not willing to reign myself back out of it. I pulled him closer to me. I could tell he was in full control, he, himself wanted this. I traced my hands all over his defined upper body, feeling down to the shapes of his abdominal muscles. So well-made he was.His hands went under my shirt and he gripped my breast under the cage they called a brassiere. The sensation my body gave out whenever he touched me, was enhanced when he touched me there.I kissed his collarbone, making him moan, finding this as his primary soft spot. I'd never done this before but my body knew where to kiss, where to touch as if it had been written into the fibres of my being. We were in indulgence.His breaths tickled my neck and chest as he pulled my shirt off, leaving me in the colourful bra
My paws pounded against the snow. Prints of blood followed behind– my heart doing the same against my chest. Fear on my tail, and what it had done to me was enough to have anyone running for their life. It had ripped everything I cared about from my grasp and left me to watch. For the first time, tears ran down my furry face and my chest tightened as the wind forced itself against me. The world became a blur of saltwater in my eyes. The distance I had been running exceeded my usual.I wanted to live, needed to live but grief was heavy on my shoulders. My muscles couldn’t take it, they burned like a candle to skin. I wanted to stop and breathe, grieve, cry. Breathe! But blood-thirsty growls reminded by burning legs – run!Hungry growls grew louder, jagged in impatience. I wouldn't let them catch up, I didn’t win races since I was young for nothing. I couldn’t fight or shed blood but I could run.My mother's words echoed in my mind as I kept on doing what she had been telling me. Run. J
She will die. My beta insisted we stay out of it but I couldn't, she was melting away in the snow. Her eyes were beautifully golden and I was suddenly too frightened to never see again. I wasn't used to these tendencies but for once, I felt mercy. I needed to feel mercy for this wolf. I had already, recklessly fought to near death with the Azraels for her. It wasn't our war; it was her war and I was fighting it. I didn't know her but I didn't have to. All I knew was that she radiated speciality. It was their pack they wanted but that didn't stop me from almost biting that guy's head off.His eyes were dark and impossibly huge. He was above me as his deadly eyes looked into mine, a snarl as wide as my head. He had no emotion, just hunger. Blood at his claws, mine and hers. The scent of her blood caressed my nose. He was radiating heat and all he wanted was her. He didn't want her dead at all, he just wanted her and that didn't sit right with me. I growled back at him and rolled him o
Grief is not something to beckon with. It is something you ran away from. Avoid. I couldn't help the darkness anymore. I had been lying in there for so long, in indifferent perpetual cold. This couldn't have been heaven. Where was my goddess of the sun? It was too cold to be hell.Gravity, the pull all and everything over again. I was still here. I just couldn't wake up.My heart throbbed for my people. There was a void that could never be filled. Everyone spoke of ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends but no one ever spoke of ex-family. My mother was torn to shreds and all I did was tremble like a coward. I couldn't save her; I knew I couldn't so I didn't even try.Helplessly, uselessly, I watched the Azraels finish them off. Their ravenous dark claws pried my cousin's golden eyes and plucked them out like sunflowers.How could they be so brutal? I watched it all and they never came for me, saving the undeserved dessert for last.Father was already gone by that time - first in fact. The s
My breath caught in my throat. The door swung open and let in a breeze, a breeze that carried a delicious scent. I felt my naked body get warmer and warmer and I looked up. The hairs on the back of my neck rose. He stood there, holding the door. His eyes were on Walter and then on me, blue like the ocean. Walter held his hands out in reverence as if begging for forgiveness.I wiped my tears fast as he approached. He was the alpha I saw earlier. His eyes were filled with so much worry I assumed was for me."Are you okay?" His deep voice asked, I could feel it in my chest. I looked down to control my shaky breath."No.""Get out Walter,” he demanded.I could feel his authority over Walter like a bag of sand. Walter scurried out.Butterflies fluttered aggressively in my stomach. My temperature was high. He was far from me but he was close enough. The door closed.I wiped my tears and took a deep breath. What was happening to me? I faced him. Deep furrows formed on his forehead."I had to
Khai’s shirt was big and I had wrapped the sheets around my waist to cover up. When we got out, I was first overwhelmed by all the emotions I had been feeling. Pang, angst, pain and attraction at the same time, that wasn't a good mix. Secondly, I was greeted by countless eyes, eyes I didn’t know that varied in colour and intimidation, and shades of confusion. Back home, everyone’s eyes were golden like the sun, familiar and tender.My stomach tensed. I picked up some familiar eyes from the encounter with the Azraels. Some of their hair signified their fur. What confused me was why were they all just standing there at the foot of the stairs. As if they were waiting for me to exit. I had nothing special. I was just a mediocre village girl who had washed up at their door, begging for mercy. I was in debt to them. I owed them my life.I held on to his firm arms for balance and support, my legs were still tired and throbbing. He was tepid against me. The only warmth I've ever felt so amazi
Roman sat on the counter, silently taking in every ounce of the kitchen. Her golden eyes rested on the toaster, the checked tiles and all the kitchen appliances. She was uneasy, not only could I see it, I could feel it. She had loosened up around my sisters but I used my voice on her… I didn't have to do that.A bad habit now. Nothing got done around here without it. What did she expect?As uncomfortable as she felt she kept on asking me what each appliance was. I couldn't help but answer even if I felt annoyed by every question that left her plump lips. Had she never lived in a house before?"What is this one?" she pointed at the sandwich maker with an embarrassed pout. I groaned and pressed my head on the fridge."No, I promise it's the last one,” she said, flashing a bright smile."It's the sandwich maker or toaster.""So, you are making a sandwich?"She innocently played with one of her locks as I came closer and opened the maker to carry out my masterpiece of a sandwich."Don't y
I let him carry me upstairs, bobbing in his arms."Thank you for the sandwich," I mumbled.I indulge myself in his scent, the hardness of his chest. I can see his jawline and the veins of his tanned neck."Anytime,” he replied.Something about him told me he wasn't as nice as he made himself to me. He couldn't help it and neither could I. I saw the way he spoke to everyone like they were pawns. My father treated everyone with respect.I had a distaste for Khai bubbling in my mind, but the hold, the pull, overwhelmed me. I couldn't think straight.I wanted to jump out of his arm and walk by myself but the pain I’d suffer was too much. But it wasn't the pain. Something made me open space for him in my heart, to let his feelings matter.This bloody stranger.He placed me in front of the door.The redhead who was supposedly Grace's scent hit my nose behind the door; my nose scrunched. I hardly knew her but parts of his scent lingered on her like a layer of clothing.What had she been doin
I burned like a star. Endless upon endless combustions of passion fuelled by the bottomless well of my desire. I had only gazed down that well before, I didn't know my waters ran that deep. I was in a frenzy. Conscious yet not willing to reign myself back out of it. I pulled him closer to me. I could tell he was in full control, he, himself wanted this. I traced my hands all over his defined upper body, feeling down to the shapes of his abdominal muscles. So well-made he was.His hands went under my shirt and he gripped my breast under the cage they called a brassiere. The sensation my body gave out whenever he touched me, was enhanced when he touched me there.I kissed his collarbone, making him moan, finding this as his primary soft spot. I'd never done this before but my body knew where to kiss, where to touch as if it had been written into the fibres of my being. We were in indulgence.His breaths tickled my neck and chest as he pulled my shirt off, leaving me in the colourful bra
"Roman?" A deep voice called.I froze with meat dangling from my mouth."Khai?" I questioned silently and looked back.I wasn't supposed to wake him. Who else did I wake up?"What's wrong?"The impulse to lie was there but the truth was stronger, it just rolled out of me."I had a nightmare.""About?""The Azraels." I bit into the meat and blood oozed out of the corner of my lips. I groaned at my terrible presentation."They won't hurt you-""You don't know that," I shot at him."You're safe here."He lied, he had to be. He was just doing that thing people did when someone was sad, afraid and confused. Say the opposite."The Azraels won't come here, they are outnumbered."He boasted about his humongous pack. It surely was the largest pack I've ever seen but the Azraels were strong. Deadly."He's coming back," I stated."He won't. He ran away because he was outnumbered. We are bigger. Stronger.""He's probably planning something big. Something dangerous and he will destroy us," I found
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