Lucas stood at the edge of the wilderness, his body glistening with sweat from his early morning run, the rising sun casting long shadows across his hardened features. His transformation from a grieving soul to a person consumed by vengeance had left its mark, evident in the way he now carried himself, the dark intensity in his eyes, and the carefully blank look on his face. He had shed his former self, his once gentle nature now buried deep beneath layers of anguish and regret.Gone was the warmth that once radiated from him and even his mannerisms, too, had taken on a feral quality, a remnant of the months spent trapped in his wolf form, where survival had become instinctual and the animal within had reigned supreme. Even in human form, there lingered a rawness, a primal essence that would set him apart from his fellow beings.There was no room for sentimentality or the luxuries of compassion in his heart now. Only the pursuit of justice, and the thirst for revenge, fueled his every
Marcella walked into the classroom on Monday, her heart pounding with nerves. After the memorable weekend at Bella's party and the heated interaction with Professor Lucas in his car which led to the crazy wet dream, she didn't know what to expect. A tiny part of her hoped he would be more friendly and cordial towards her, but as she settled into her seat, she noticed that nothing had changed. He was still his seemingly distant, cold and detached self and he barely acknowledged her presence. As the class began, she tried to focus on the lecture, but her mind kept drifting to the events of the weekend. It must have all been in her head. The warmth and kindness she had glimpsed during their time together when he drove her home seemed to have vanished, leaving her feeling confused and a little hurt.After class, she lingered by her desk, watching as other students filed out of the room. She hoped for a chance to talk to him, to understand what had caused this sudden shift in his behavio
Marcella sat anxiously in her room, surrounded by a sea of clothes strewn across her bed. She had been pouring over her wardrobe for what felt like hours, desperately seeking the perfect outfit for her date with Carlos.Esmeralda had come over earlier to lend a hand in the decision-making process and her Nana had been thrilled to see that Marcella had more than one friend since it was only Gina she knew as her friend. "I've got it!" Esmeralda exclaimed, holding up a long slightly pale shimmery pink dress. "This one is just perfect! It's very feminine, yet classy, and it'll definitely make an impression on him."She sighed, her fingers running through her hair in frustration as she analysed the outfit. "I don't know, Esme. What if it's too much? What if he thinks I'm trying too hard?"Her friend rolled her eyes playfully. "Trust me, the vibe we're going for is elegant but chic and this fits the memo! We want to make Carlos feel like he is a very lucky guy to have scored a date with yo
Marcella stepped into the comfort of her apartment later that night around 10 pm and as she closed the door behind her, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of the colourful bouquet in her hands, their scent filling the air around her.Going into the kitchen, she fetched an empty vase, filled it with water and set the bouquet inside it before going to check on her Nana. Finding her fast asleep in her room, she went into her room and took a moment to absorb the whirlwind of emotions from her date and the strange night she'd had as she undressed and went to take a quick shower.Settling onto her bed in her nightwear, she retrieved her phone from her bag, only to be greeted by a flurry of messages. She scrolled through them, seeing countless inquiries from Gina and Esmeralda, eager to hear every detail of her date. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she silently chuckled at how very invested her friends were in her love life.Gina: "OMG, how is the date going? Tell me every
It was the week after her date with Carlos and as Marcella took her seat in the class, she eagerly awaited his arrival. From the moment he entered the room, she sensed a palpable tension emanating from him. His posture was rigid, as if coiled like a tightly wound spring, ready to unleash its energy at any moment. There was an air of danger that seemed to surround him, an intensity cloaking him like a shroud.It was a huge challenge to ignore his attractiveness and instead try to see if she could pick any oddities in his composure but she was determined. She then noticed how he carried himself with an air of controlled tension, as if constantly on guard. His movements were precise yet guarded, as though he were perpetually poised for action.As the lecture began, she found herself captivated by the way he commanded the room. His deep voice resonated with authority, his words flowing effortlessly as he delved into the subject matter. But behind his cold exterior, she detected a flicker
Lucas sat at a corner in the bar, deeply lost in thought and conflicting emotions as he absently swirled the amber liquid in his glass. Marcella wasn't working that night but she sure had been busy all week watching him like a hawk.He couldn't help but notice the change in her behaviour, the way her eyes were laser-focused on him during their classes, the subtle shift in her demeanour that hinted at a growing curiosity…She had even taken to stalking him during her free time, her scent, the subtle fragrance that was uniquely hers, had seemed to follow him around the college corridors all week at a respectable distance while he acted like he was unaware causing a nagging sense of unease to settle over him. How had she come to suspect him? What had set off her intuitive instincts?Lost in his musings, he couldn't fathom what had sparked her suspicions. He had observed her that night at the restaurant, unseen from the shadows, as she sat across from Carlos, her 'date' he thought in dis
Lucas stepped into his apartment a few minutes after midnight, his senses still on high alert as he scanned the room. The weight of the recent encounter with the rogue werewolves still lingered, amplifying his vigilance. As he closed the door behind him, he was met with the sight of Anna, waiting patiently in his living room. Although she wasn't looking her best, her presence brought a semblance of solace to the storm that raged within him."Anna," he uttered her name, relief lacing his tone as he went to hug her before he regarded her calm demeanour and glared accusatorily at her. "You knew they were after you, didn't you? Why didn't you tell me?"Her eyes met his, her gaze telling him he was right. "I did not reveal it because I didn't want you to worry yourself unnecessarily," she responded in a flippant tone as she went to sit and rest her back on the couch. She had felt frail in his arms, and it seemed she had still not recovered her full strength. Lucas sighed, the weariness
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and Marcella sat cross-legged on her bed, surrounded by scattered papers and her laptop open to various websites. She was in a tiny crop top and shorts and had her hair plaited into 2 braids as she stared at the laptop screen. After having spent the entire week delving into the mystery surrounding her History Professor, she was determined to uncover the truth. Discreetly following him around, her findings, although inconclusive, only fueled her suspicions further.She had been subtly inquiring about him from students in the other classes he taught, hoping to uncover any information that could shed light on his mysterious nature. To her surprise, the responses were disconcertingly consistent - no one seemed to know much about him.It was strange, she thought, that a professor who had been teaching at the college for quite a while now would still remain such an enigma. She had hoped to find some connection, some trace of a personal life that would