~CIARA'S POV~I sobbed bitterly into the bandages around my wrists. My heart ached from the tidal wave of pain that washed over my being and my soul wished to leave my body to call out to his, hoping to ease the pain we both felt. But I didn't let it. As I wailed in agony on the concrete floor, the metal door cracked open and I looked up expecting to see Noah standing before me with a look of longing in his eyes. But there was no yearning look or sad cobalt eyes to get lost in and there was no Noah Richard to cry with. There was only an ominous presence and the hatred-filled eyes of the bitch who took my peanut from me.Ava. "It's been a while, Ciara," Her voice dripped with hostility and I growled at the negative energy that oozed from her pores. She raised her hands above her head in mock surrender and a smirk crawled up her face. "Relax, Ciara. I just wanted to say hello to my best frien
~AVA'S POV~*FLASHBACK*The moonlight cast a glow on my face as the omega patrollers from the Gold Bay pack dragged me from the border where I was found to the main packhouse.It was my long-awaited opportunity for revenge and I didn't care if I got caught sneaking into the pack. I pulled on the restraints on my arms and discovered how weak they were. I was trained for moments like this so it wasn't hard to free myself from the young omegas who had caught me. Their eyes grew wide thinking I was about to make a run for it.I rose my hands up in surrender as they seemed ready to attack.“Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. I just have sensitive skin you know… you were pulling on my wrists so much.”
~CIARA'S POV~I shivered from the cold.“Shh! You're okay. You're fine.” A man's voice whispered to me.My vision was hazy but I noticed that someone had put a blanket over me and I embraced it to myself. I noticed that I was in a real room and on a really soft bed. It felt like a band was playing drums in my head. It ached so bad that I felt my head would split open. I shut my eyes and grunted in pain. My body was badly bruised and I was in excruciating pain. I don't know for how long I had slipped in and out of consciousness but I was exhausted. Each time I opened my eyes, I was greeted by that pain, the pain of one with a battered body.“Here have this.” A pill was slipped into my dry mouth and I was lifted from the bed just enough to take a sip of water. I swallowed.“Thank you,” I murmured.
~CIARA~I stepped out of the room I had been in on the fourth day. I was much better and could move around as well. I decided to take a look around. I caught a scent as I came out but just then, I heard the sound of the door locking. It was Noah at the door.The door had so many locks and alarm systems that even if a burglar thought of this place as one to be robbed, the burglar would be confused as to where to touch so as not to let on an alarm. Noah was carefully putting each latch into the lock until he was done with the last one.Why does it have that many locks?“Woah!” Noah was careful to take his hand off before touching something wrong, but he sighed, smiled, and put his arms on his hips. He rustled his hair back and stared at me and the move made me almost melt into a puddle at his feet. He smelled so good and he still wore
~CIARA'S POV~I woke up with a rush of excitement flowing through my body's veins. I was humming a song while making the bed because I feltso happy. Today was the day I'd spend timewith Noah exploring the wonderful city of Rome. I made a list of everything I wanted to see and experience, including the Pantheon, the Colosseum, TheVatican museums, climbing the Spanish Steps while enjoying real Italiangelato. I was soexcited to make the most of our time together, so I hurriedly prepared.As I stepped out of the room, eager to begin our tour, I was surprised to see a complete stranger in the house. My mind wasa mixture of bothcuriosity and caution as I approached this gorgeous lady. She sat comfortably cross-legged on the kitchen stool sipping coffee, wondering who she could be."Excuse me, but who are you?" I asked. I couldn't help but give her a once over. She was the
~CIARA'S POV~I didn't know what I was until I turned sixteen. I kind of already knew I was a supernatural being, my grandma who I had lived with since I was old enough to walk told me my dad was a werewolf and my mum a lycan, which had seemed fictional and surreal to me, I had laughed. I was seven at the time and I acted older than my age. I wasn't the type who believed in things like that.My Nana had stared at my reaction.‘I need to put the fear of the goddess into you as she had said.’Nana always referred to the higher deity as ‘goddess’ but I didn't understand it then.She had then taken me to a ritual dance at night to see how ‘my kind’ looked like.It was a festival of some sorts, many art were being displayed, gory at best, a man was giving a prophecy about someone who would bridge the gap between t
~CIARA'S POV~The day I met Noah was the day I knew he was my mate.It was a moment I would never forget.FLASHBACKI hadn't done badly for myself— or so I believed. I had taken up a job at the Lycan community primary school and I taught the little lycans the way of the world.Nana always said I was trying to pursue other things so I wouldn't have to think about the fact that I was a lycan. She had been persistent ever since I had vowed never to shift again to make me come to terms with it.“You cannot reject it. It's a gift! You need to harness it, because there in lies your power.” She had said severally.“This ‘gift' as you
~MARIA'S POV~*FLASHBACK*My studies on supernatural creatureshad brought me here, to this small American town which issaid to be home to werewolves.My mother had always scolded me for having an overactive imagination. She was a realist, and she felt it ridiculous that the village in Rome where I grew up had such beliefs and even harbored an antipathy toward such creatures.No, werewolves don't exist.There are no vampires. She would say to my never ending questions.Unlike the parents of other children, she never once mentioned to me that Santa Claus came down the chimney to bring me gifts for Christmas. She always told me she had bought them herself.