Sally's POVI frowned at the question. "How long?"I don't believe my answer. I need someone else to help me stay sane.“Three days,” Athena said slowly. “You had a cold for three days straight.”Why do I feel like I've only slept a few hours? I have to go home. Everyone at home must have thought I was dead.“Can someone drive me to town?” I made my request loud and clear for everyone to hear, ignoring all pleas for me to stay. I can not do that.Ryan seemed dissatisfied with my stubbornness but still suggested. "I will take you away."“Thank you,” I nodded. “See you later.”“Sally,” Athena called.I turned my back to her.“How did you end up with bullet wounds in your shoulder and thigh and broken ribs?”And as soon as the front door opened, the gentle afternoon air embraced me so lovingly. It didn't make me shiver at all, somehow it just cooled me down.I turned around, hiding all the emotions on my face. “All I can say is he didn't do it this time.”I gave her a small smile before
Sally's POVGrandpa looked very angry. I could tell that I didn't know who the man in front of me was anymore. He was so blinded by rage that he forgot that I was his niece.He also forgot that I was the one who should be angry, cry, and most of all comforted because it was my parents who died. He should have been there and helped me through it, not hurt me more.I saw a few more of my grandfather's men in the room and very few women present. I wasn't sure what would happen, but I knew it would be bad when I saw the sharp bamboo stick and the inkwell next to it.My grandfather took a bamboo stick and dipped the tip in black ink. Midway through the process, his lips moved in an almost frightening delirium, chanting something about Raven being the cloak of the night.And that was all I could grasp until I felt my shoulder throbbing in the most intense pain I had ever felt.I yelled for my grandfather to stop, I asked him for forgiveness even though I wasn't sure what I did wrong."No! N
Sally's POVMy breathing became angry again, my vision blurred slightly. "Tell me." I urged, gripping the bed bars again.She sighed in frustration. "Your grandfather assigned you our spirit beast, Raven, without your consent."She stopped. "So with all the pressure put on you, it took your life."I waited for her to continue, but she didn't. There was something else she didn't tell me, and it made me very upset. But, I won't force her anymore, at least for today.That was the last time he laid his finger on me, but apparently, it still happens to this day albeit occasionally.Old habits die hard, they say.Since the ER ordeal, that's when my grandmother told me he was repenting for the things he did to me. She said it was his wake-up call to stop whatever he was doing. From then on, he tried to make amends with me.He knows that he is the one who turned his once intelligent, loving niece into this killing machine. He also knows that there is no one to blame but him.For 2 years, I av
Sally's POVA week has passed since my near-death experience. And, I must say, it has not been a pleasant journey. I mean, what did I expect, a self-built fort and toy guns?This is not a child's game. This is the real world, the cold harsh reality. I scolded myself.I was sick of being at home, especially with Oliver still there. Yes, he's still there, just a few more days until he leaves. I've noticed that he's been avoiding me lately though, I wonder why, not that I'm complaining. But maybe he was afraid to see me.And the old man wasn't around in my personal space like before, which I felt great about, again, I'm not complaining.Grab a few important things before leaving the house, my laptop, phone, money, and house keys. I stuffed them all into my bag.Both sides of my midsection still hurt, but all I did was take painkillers or sleep. Although sometimes when the pain feels unbearable, I will luckily pass out in my room, and not make a big deal out of it.Leaving the room, I wal
Sally's POVI thought I had everything under control when I tried to leave the current position I was in, but I misjudged myself.The second I took that first step, my body shut down. But, I know someone has my back. They held me tightly as if I were a porcelain doll."If only you'd stop pushing people away, you'd realize we're all trying to help you like you're trying to help us." He said before I passed out.Ok... What is he talking about?----------------I woke up feeling lethargic, my ribs no longer hurt, but this room, please don't tell me I'm in his room again.Now, I thought I would at least have a peaceful time when I woke up, but no, someone was sitting by the bed and staring at me as if I was a corpse that needed to be mourned."Didn't your mother ever tell you that staring at someone is rude?"His mind must have been out of this room to notice that I was awake and looked startled when I spoke."Hey," His voice was hoarse. What the hell happened to him? Did someone knock hi
Sally's POVI made Spaghetti meatballs, lasagna, garlic bread, and 12 half-cut baked potatoes topped with cheese, beef bacon, and sprinkled with chopped chives. It wasn't that difficult anyway since I've done them before. Grandpa taught me how to cook, he was a complete Donne leader.I was busy taking care of the potatoes so I didn't notice anyone entering the kitchen, almost dropping the tray of garlic bread I was holding in my hand. Because of my quick reflexes, I grasped it well. Otherwise, I would have thrown it at Ryan who was lazily leaning against the kitchen door.I admit, that I love cooking, it helps me have patience, and it's the only time I can let my guard down and be content with myself.The pain has subsided, hence why I can glide around the kitchen without occasionally wincing as I prepare dinner.Sighing heavily, I shook my head in disapproval. "Just help me keep Allen and Simon out of the kitchen. They keep coming in and out, stealing food."Ryan smiled lightly. "Und
Sally's POVFrowning, confused at the man walking back and forth in front of the room. Just what is this old man doing? Detaching my attention from the book, I forced myself to step out of the room and ask more questions.The old man turned around and raised his eyebrows. "Didn't you hear what I said?" He stopped. "Why?"He took a deep breath to begin. “We will be out of the country for a week or more.”Leave? A week or more. But, I have a test to face. I couldn't fail all the classes I took, I wanted to graduate, and besides, I missed too many classes.I was about to protest and all, but he quickly beat me to it. “Please don't question or object to me anymore. Just do as I say and we'll be out of here by sundown tomorrow.”I guess I have to stay up all night and pray that all my professors will let me take the pre-test as a special case.I curse you, Grandpa.-------------------------------The morning came too early for my liking. Last night I packed my clothes. I just walked aroun
Sally's POVRyan sketched out what he envisioned on B5-sized sketch paper. To use a cliché, he drew a large, menacing wolf on all fours standing before a helpless girl, who he depicted as looking scared. I admit he's not bad at drawing.Funny enough, though, I had the same idea, except the wolf looked like he was protecting the girl from all the world's harm. The wolf in my vision had a gentle look in its eyes as if it was trying to tell her that it would always be there for her and that the wolf belonged to her.I took out the set of pencils, charcoal, crayons, and the A1 canvas I just bought. I took a deep breath before starting, it was lunch and I guess I better get started. I let my hands do the magic. I looked like a mess, my hands and cheeks covered in charcoal stains.I painted the long grass at the bottom of the picture, I combined white, gray, and charcoal, a little blue in the eyes. I'm really satisfied with the result. I took a photo of it while I was there. I packed my thi
Sally's POVThree months after the devastation, to say things are back to normal is an understatement. Everyone is still saddened by the loss of half of the pack, but they are our heroes, in our hearts and our memories.I returned the next day, with my enemy's head in a sack. I asked everyone in my family if they knew what he had done and was about to do. When I asked about his parents, everyone bowed their heads in respect.Arnav informed me that both of them committed suicide because of the old Donne's rule.I need to abolish that regulation and replace it with a more reasonable penalty. They were both innocent, they were just pawns in the game and they had to pay for his actions, may their souls rest in peace.That night we held a proper funeral for them. We all paid our respects. Our allies also came to pay their respects.The ceremony was over, everyone had gone home and I stayed at the burial site and stared at Oliver's portrait, thinking that maybe I hated him just because he w
Third person POVLook at Ryan carefully, his chest is moving slowly. Running to his side, Sally immediately cupped his face and called his name.“Ryan,” She started softly, and then gradually she lost patience. “Ryan.”The groan, surprised her, but sure enough, his eyes widened next. "I like hearing you say my name." His voice was hoarse.Unintentionally, she hit his chest before apologizing. "I'm sorry. Oh my God!"“Is that any way to welcome a mate who has just returned from the dead?” He was joking.Sally stared at him and said. "That's not funny at all."Sally didn't waste a second as she threw herself into his arms, crying into the crook of his neck, all the while inhaling his sweet musk. “Please don't do that again.”Ryan wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tighter, never wanting to let her go again. “I love you too,” Her breath hitched and she buried her face deeper into his neck.After a moment, they let go and looked at each other, looking for more casualties to fi
Third person POVReaching his lifeless side, she stepped back and knelt on both knees. Unaware, tears rolled down her ash-stained face.“Ryan,” She began softly, her eyes roaming around his body and finding the wound, blood pouring out endlessly. This cannot happen. He is a werewolf. An Alpha. He should have been cured by now. Unless the wound is caused by silver, pure silver.Sally sobbed endlessly. She felt everyone's eyes on her, rage filling her entire being. “Let's capture the rogues and find Oliver Donne. Now."Sally's orderly roar echoed throughout the area. Picturing a mental image of what the despicable man looked like only made me angrier. And as if they saw what was going on in my head, they barked orders at each other and ran away in different directions.“Please wake up. Ryan!" She shook her head. "I need you, so do everything you can and wake up."His body slowly went limp in her arms, making it a little difficult for her to bear him. “Ryan, no, wake up. Please."Sally s
Third person POV"Let's go." She spoke with finality and switched to the second skin.Arriving there, they found Albert and the rest. And the first thing Sally said was. “Where is Ryan?”Everyone was dumbfounded.Her face stiffened at their sudden silence. “You're all here, but none of you know where he is.”Her voice lowered. “What happened to be able to link minds?”“We tried to contact him but he did not respond.”Sally frowned, suspicious. She looked around. “Can you guys link up?”It looked as if they were trying to communicate with each other through their minds, and they looked frustrated by it.“No,” Linus said.She is upset.“There is magic here, blocking all of the swarm's mental links to each other.”Sally looked at something behind Allen. “Is that my sword?”The boy nodded with a slight smile. “My mom said you'd be here, so…” He handed the weapon to Sally.“Thank you, Allen. Remind me to thank your mother too.” She slings the sword behind her back before telling the boys t
Sally's POVMy whole life has been a lie. I can't even handle this right now. Slowly, lowering myself to the mat, I sat and stared at the flashbacks of my life before and after everything that had happened.I remember my grandmother always saying that I was royalty in their eyes, supposed to rule the world with Ryan's pack. And she continued to emphasize the two nouns, King and queen.Also, every summer vacation when I was young, my grandfather would show me off to his guests, which made me feel very uncomfortable. And it got to the point where I remember my mother having to take me for a walk every time someone passed by."And I know you saw something in your dream, Sally. You looked pale when you walked in here." She was silent for a while. "Is that your mate? Did he call you?"My silence is the answer. Even though I tried to deny the fear that the dream brought me, I couldn't, it still lingered in my mind. The image of Ryan covered in blood and pain, stuck.At least I have to know
Sally's POVThought going to bed would be the best idea for me, but turns out, it was the worst idea. Because not long after I closed my eyes, my mind took me to a strangely familiar place."Sally, help." A whisper rang out around me.Standing in the middle of a barren field, 50 yards away from me, Ryan stood sullenly, his face pale, his right fist clutched tightly to his hip.I shivered as the cold wind whipped my skin but my eyes never left him. Is he okay? Why does he look so sick?When I looked closely at his deathly curled fists, they were covered in blood. Why? Whose blood is that? It can't be his, right? What happened?“Ryan,” I called, but no sound came out. I called again and again until I was tired and my throat became hoarse.He just stared at me with pain in his eyes.He may be standing but his eyes say otherwise. The light in his eyes was gone and I wondered if it was my fault.Looking closely at him, I felt like he was gone a long time ago and this was just an illusion.
Sally's POVWhen the room became silent, the shadow moved quite quickly, as if trying not to be caught.“Do you want something to drink or something to eat?” I said, pretending to chat while Jill wrote something on paper.It writes. “There is a spy. You should be careful."I nodded in response. Then he replied through my makeup chat. “I'd love to, but I'm going to apologize and spend the week preparing for what's to come. You are invited to my coronation.”“You should be careful too.” I wrote again. He gave me a quick nod with a forced smile and left the room with his men.Kingsley turned around just as the young leader went out, quickly rushing to my left and whispering. “Something has changed here, Luna Sally.”“I know, I can feel it too.” I looked at him from a very close distance. “I need you to find someone, if he's not here that means he knows I came looking for him.”He left me in the office to plan while he went looking for the given name. Arnav walked in on me and stared at t
Sally's POVWe arrived at headquarters three hours later, I had to match Kingsley's pace because he was such a weak bird. So as soon as my feet touched the ground, I rushed to find Arnav. "What's going on?"“The Alexander clan attacked us.”“Ub, I understand that part, but what exactly happened?”Arnav sighed first. “Goray Alexander was murdered, and the Alexander family suspects us of being the culprit.”I frowned at the news. “Why am I just hearing this now? Why did the Alexander clan suspect it was us? Do you have any other sources to find out who killed Mr. Goray?"From a maid in the house, I slipped off my coat. “Find me something, Arnav. We need to clear our names as soon as possible before something unspeakable happens.” I gave the order and went straight to my office.I was startled to see Kingsley behind me, I forgot that he was also with me. “Let's make you feel at home while I deal with all this.”He remained silent while panting from the flight and the energy he had to put
Sally's POVOne time I left the room. I followed a beautiful floating white orb that led me to what felt like a 5-minute walk to an abandoned warehouse.I hesitated to enter the building, but the ball went straight through the wall. Sighing, I followed it through a small entrance.As soon as I stepped inside, a shrill scream echoed throughout the space of the warehouse. The screams of a man and a woman rang out again, sending chills down my spine.Approaching the noise, I hid behind pieces of plywood. My heart stopped beating for a split second when I saw my parents in the middle of the room.My mother was stripped of her clothes and every ounce of dignity, tears streaming down her pale and bloody face.I wanted to scream and help her, but I couldn't move and not even a whisper came out. I could only cry and suppress the anger welling up inside me.My dad, on the other hand, looked completely devastated. I held my breath as I watched him cry, pleading with the men around them who look