Jamal POV“Love,” he said simply as he tossed me the cube.“Love?” I caught the cube and began shuffling it with as many complexity as I could probably do it. “What makes you think its love?”“Well, I have not experienced it myself but from what I see, love can make you do crazy things including banging a man’s head into concrete till it tears open.”He was mocking the fight between Xander and myself but I would take it lightly. He was not wrong though. Love would make you do crazy things. Things so crazy that after you are done and if the love fades, you would wonder why you had done it and if really was the driving factor logical enough to make you do those thing. I had experienced it twice. Once with the Dark Witch and the other one now with Methis who happened to look so much like the Dark Witch. A coincidence I am still amazed by.I tossed the shuffled cube back to Autumn and he set to work with arranging it. “I do not think that that is love,” I said.“You don’t?”“No I do.”“I
Xander's POV I pushed the door open and stepped outside. It was a cold and dark night, but I didn't mind. I liked the night. It was peaceful and quiet, and it suited my mood. I started to jog, hoping to clear my head and calm my heart. I ran for a long time, passing by buildings, cars, and people. I ignored them all, focusing on my breathing and my footsteps. I ran until I reached a park, a large green space with trees, benches, and a lake. I slowed down and walked to the edge of the lake. I sat down on a bench and looked at the water. I saw my reflection, and I frowned. I looked like a monster, a beast, a freak. I wondered if Methis would still love me if she saw me like this. If she knew what I really was.I shook my head and tried to banish the negative thoughts. She would love me, I told myself. She would accept me, she would understand me, she would stay with me. She was my mate, and I was hers. We belonged together, we were meant to be. Nothing could change that, nothing could
Methis' POVThe rest of the weekend was basically spent with my Dad doting me, not letting me participate even a little bit in chores of the house which he insisted was "manual labor to his princess." A lot of times it felt really weird, being treated like a baby that is, as though I couldn't take care of myself on my own. Other times it brought back heavy waves of nostalgia. About my childhood. My father when I got sick as a kid hardly ever left my bedside whenever I had as much as the flu.When he came back from a drive that evening and saw me still lying on the bed, he tutted loudly."That's it Methis, you are going out."I shot up from the sheets, "What?""A bar downtown, here, you can have my credit card and my car, go there mix, have some fun okay? You can't stay huddled up all day."But Dad... ""Just go, Methis," he said, refusing to hear any protests, "I promise, you will feel better okay?"Seeing he was determined to get me out of the house, I immediately worked out he had n
Methis' POVI woke up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. I had been dreaming of him again, the man I had met at the party last night. He was tall and dark, with piercing blue eyes and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. I had never felt such an instant connection with someone before, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to him than met the eye.I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but notice the dark circles under my eyes. I hadn't been sleeping well lately, ever since I met him. I was constantly thinking about him, wondering what he was doing and if he was thinking about me too.I got dressed and headed downstairs to make breakfast. As I was cooking, I thought about the bar again. I had been so nervous when I first arrived, but he had immediately put me at ease. We had talked for hours, and I felt like I had known him forever.I finished making breakfast and
Jamal's POVThe next day, I decided to try my luck once again. As soon as the kids were fed and watching TV, I drove off to see if she was back, but not before stopping and buying some food from a restaurant downtown.Somehow that felt appropriate, a peace offering to get on her good side. No arguments today, I wasn't going to upset her in anyway.We were just going to talk, that's it.I drove up to Methis’ apartment with a mix of anticipation and a strange calm. I hadn’t seen her since she left her father’s house, and I knew she must be going through a lot. I also knew that away from her father’s influence, she was more vulnerable, and given the fact that he very clearly disliked me, she would be less hostile too, and I hoped to take advantage of that.I knocked on the door, and to my surprise, Methis answered it herself. She looked tired and withdrawn, but her eyes lit up when she saw me.“Jamal,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.“Hey,” I replied, a little smile spreading acros
Jamal’s POVThe quaint bell above the door chimed lightly as I and Methis entered the little fast-food restaurant tucked away in a corner of the bustling city. The aroma of sizzling meat and fried potatoes enveloped me, creating an appetizing welcome. The place was adorned with mismatched tables and chairs, each telling a story of countless shared meals and hushed conversations.I led Methis to a small booth near the window, the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the modest curtains. The hum of chatter and the clinking of utensils against plates filled the air, creating a lively backdrop to the rustic ambiance.A friendly waiter approached, a pad and pen in hand, ready to take our order. His name tag read 'Eddie,' and a genuine smile played on his face."Good afternoon! Welcome to Bite Haven. I'm Eddie, and I'll be your waiter today. What can I get you folks?"I returned the smile. "Thank you, Eddie. We'll start with a couple of burgers, fries on the side, and your special drinks
Jamal’s POVThe message from the owl arrived under the cloak of night, a messenger of the unseen realms. Its white feathers glowed in the moonlight, and in its beak, it carried a small vial—a vessel containing an otherworldly concoction. The air crackled with arcane energy as the owl descended, talons gripping the edge of my windowsill.The vial was delicately sealed, its contents shimmering in a mesmerizing dance of ethereal hues. A folded parchment accompanied the mysterious elixir, tied with a silver ribbon that seemed to hum with magic. I unraveled the parchment, its texture smooth against my fingers, and words inscribed in an elegant script greeted my gaze."Jamal, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack,In the realms where shadows intertwine, a meeting awaits you. Drink from the vial before the moon's descent, and the dream shall be your conduit. Heed the call of the unseen, for revelations await.The White Witch."The cryptic message held a resonance that transcended the physical real
Jamal's POV My father's last warning echoed in my mind, "Never trust a stranger, Jamal. Especially one who claims knowledge of the supernatural."Yet, here I was, standing before a weathered, moss-covered house, drawn by an inexplicable force. The house seemed to hum with an energy I couldn't quite place, an energy that both repelled and intrigued me.I knocked hesitantly, and the door creaked open, revealing a man who appeared to have stepped out of a time capsule. His clothes were a hodgepodge of styles, his hair unkempt, and his face lined with the wisdom of ages.Great, I got sent to a fucking soothsayer. Just absolutely amazing."Alpha Jamal, I presume?" he asked in a voice that sounded like gravel scraping against metal.I nodded, my voice caught in my throat."It's my utmost pleasure." He said, bowing slightly, "I have been expecting you."I said nothing, preferring to give as little as possible away and let him figure out this shit by himself."I sense some skepticism." He sa