Ashton’s POVThis portrait was supposed to be a gift to my mother, and she used it for her art project. Was this her plan this whole time? Did she ever intend to give this portrait back to me? How could she think this was okay? Now everyone was going to think I gave her special favors.The look Miss Grace was giving me was of concern; it was clear she had no idea that I was blindsidedlike this.If I told her the truth, then Sheryl would get in trouble, and she would fail this class. Painting meant a lot to her as an Art major.I couldn’t take that away from her. “Oh yes,” I said, taking a step away from the painting. “I forgot she painted that. It was a while ago. Good for her though for getting a good grade.” Miss Grace rose her brows. “So, you really did permit her to use this painting as her project? You’re okay with this?”“I don’t think Sheryl is the type to lie, do you? I’ve only been her professor for a short time, but she seemslike a good student. I’m glad she looks up to me
Sheryl’s POVI didn’t know where else to go other than the forest. As soon as the electricity left my fingers and the shadows lifted from the ground, I knew I needed toisolate myself until it ended.I covered my head and ran from the school; I needed to get far away. But not too far. I still needed to be in a reachable area in case I needed somebody. What I wouldn’t give to have my mother with me right now. She would know exactly what to do at this moment.I couldn’t stop the tears from falling down my face. This was humiliating.I am Sheryl. The daughter of Bastien and Selene.I was good at so much stuff and rarely failed. So, why was I struggling with this thing that’s supposed to be a part of who I am? Val had no answers for me which worried me that much more. Was I seriously just on my own with this?I felt a little better when I reached the forest. I kicked off my shoes and crouched to the ground. I felt ground, surrounded by woodland trees and dirt. My toes sunk into the dry di
Ashton’s POVBeta Ethan was right, their scent was strong in the forest that surrounded the Calypso pack. It reeked of outsiders, and I knew that scent all too well. They were my father’s followers; at least a couple of them. They had no reason to be lurking around my pack, they knew they weren’t welcome here. They knew I would tear them from limb to limb if I saw them with my own eyes. But yet, their scent is fresh. They were staking out. Waiting. But waiting for what? A heard a twig cracking as I continued my search in the forest.I’ve been out here for hours and haven’t come across a single wolf. It was becoming late, or early. It wouldn’t be long before the sun began to rise.I’m not sure they would stick around in the broad daylight.It was the night of the full moon so wolves were typically stronger when the moon shined down uponthem. I certainly felt stronger. Max wasn’t going to give up until we found those assholes though. He was hot on their trail; sniffing and searching ev
Sheryl’s POVI woke up with a start, glancing around my dark dorm room.It wasn’t like I had a bad dream or anything, but it certainly felt like I had. A feeling like this had never happened before.I glanced over at the clock, frowning that it was only 3 am. I glanced over at Rachel from across theroom and saw that she was sleeping soundly in her bed. My mother had left hours ago to return to Elysium, but I told her I would be going there over the weekend to work on practicing using my abilities. She told me as long as I keep calm, I can control them.I thought maybe this was just my abilities resurfacing, so I took a deep breath.It wasn’t until Val woke that I realized it wasn’t my abilities that were causing this feeling. Val’s words only confirmed my fears. “It’s our mate,” she gasped. “Something is wrong!” …I don’t know how I knew where he was. I shifted into my wolf form and allowed Val to take me to the Calypso pack. We raced through the quiet streets until we were enclosed
Ashton’s POVHer powers were truly incredible. I could no longer feel the sting of the dagger and the wound was completely healed. It was as if it was never there, to begin with. Sheryl used her powers so casually as if she’s done it a thousand times before, but I’m beginning to realizethat maybe she hasn’t. She didn’t say anything after I told her that she could use my portrait for her project; she trailed after me silently, keeping her head down. But I could sense that she was pleased. Max praised me for my generosity toward her. A small smile was tugging at her lips, but she was stifling it. She was afraid to show me any kind of emotion.I suppose I haven’t been making it very easy for her. Encountering the wolf who attacked my mother was only proof that Sheryl wasn’t safe, and I needed to do whatever I could to keep her safe. Even if it means rejecting her. “Funny how you haven’t rejected her yet,” Max teased. “Why is that?”“I’m just waiting for the right time,” I say to him in
Ashton’s POVWhat the hell was I doing? She just smelled so good, and she was standing so close to me. It was either this or my wolf lost control completely and I wasn’t going to let that happen. She did a beautiful job on my portrait; it was even better than the last one. Watching her hard at work was hypnotizing. The way she bit her bottom lip when she concentrated and stuck her tongue out alittle to lick the top of her lip whenever she was pleased about something. The sparkle in her eyes showed just how much passion she felt for what she was doing. I couldn’t helpbut ask her about it. I wanted to know what made her want to be an artist.I was more than impressed with her answer and it made me want to talk to her more about it. I knewshe was good at combat, but her intelligence is beyond me.It made me want to bend her over the canvas and have my way with her. But I couldn’t. But she was so close to me, and she was so proud of the work she had done. When she asked why I haven’t r
Sheryl’s POVAshton and Connie demonstrated a move together and it made me want to vomit on the spot. She had her back turned toward him and he wrapped an arm around her waist to spin her around toface him where he kept her in a headlock. She swung her leg around and did a spin to get free. They were so close to one another, and they worked so effortlessly. She was incredibly beautiful.I wondered how long they have known each other. “Sheryl?” Becca said from beside me; I realized everybody was already performing this move and I wasstanding in the center of the arena, staring at Connie with a grimace. “Are you ready to try the move?”“Oh, yes,” I said, pulling my eyes away from Connie. However, I could still hear her laughing loudly as she placed an arm on Ashton’s bicep; he was sayingsomething to her that was funny. Though he wasn’t laughing with her, she didn’t seem to mind it. She stood close to him; her perfect figure was only inches from him, and she continued to speak andlau
Sheryl’s POVI took a step away from the door. I wasn’t surprised by what I had just heard. But I suppose I was a little disappointed.I’m sure Ashton was probably thinking the same thing; that I didn’t belong at this school. That I causednothing but pain and destruction wherever I went.I hurt my combat partner and friend.I wouldn’t blame her for never forgiving me.I could hear the murmurs continuing in the arena, but I didn’t stick around to listen to the rest. …Ashton’s POV“How could you say that when you know what my mother is, Connie?” I asked in disbelief. Her face fell slightly. “Your mother is different… she’s—”“Sheryl is top in her class,” I said, interrupting her words. “She’s incredibly intelligent and great at what she does. I don’t think she meant to hurt anybody. Just like my mother would never hurt anybody.”“Why are you protecting her, Ashton?” Connie asked, peering up at me with large and worried eyes. “As many years as I’ve known you, you’ve never once stood up