"What about your mom?" I ask, half-smiling, locking my arms around the alpha's neck. He leans into me, his nose nuzzling the crook of my neck. "What about her, Ness?" He says, breathily. When he exhales softly, it sends tiny tickles all over my neck and face. "You smell so good." I giggle. "What if she… comes in? If she hears us, you know… ?" I bite my bottom lip, feigning concern. He chuckles and draws away to cup my face and pull me closer. "I'm sure she's already left for a flower event or something like that and won't return for hours. No one will disturb us," He says, the last bit trailing off in a whisper. When he strokes my bottom lip with his thumb, I feel the air leaving my lungs all of a sudden. The intensity of his blue eyes on me is too much to bear, but I meet it with a smirk. "Hmm," I coo, pretending to consider his words, then nod slowly, reaching up to hold his chin. "Good, then." I stand on the tip of my toes and gently brush my lips on his—a small, teasing kiss. I
I tap my feet on the sand beneath me as my eyes gaze around, squinting in the bright sunlight. With every passing moment, my feet tap more vigorously against the sandy floor, the print of my sole becoming more prominent. Patience trickles out of me swiftly, and my two friends are nowhere to be seen. I pull out my cell phone and check whether Niall has responded yet, but there's nothing. I grow restless, until I decide there's no other way to go. I have to attend the class. At the classroom door, I clear my throat, grabbing my teacher's attention as she turns sharply towards me, startled. "May I come in?" I ask, as politely as I can under my current situation. For a moment, Mrs. Robinson stands frozen, her eyes wide with confusion. Then her lips curl into the most taunting of smiles, one reserved especially for me. "How kind of you to finally join us, Miss Martin. Please, do come in." I'm staggered when I see Riley isn't present in the class. She never misses any class. She's probab
The sun blazes above us, looking down through crooked tree branches as we venture deeper into the woods. Streams of sweat trickle down the sides of my forehead. "Who were you looking for in the class?" Jordan asks, and I sigh, remembering how I'd been betrayed. "Niall… and Riley. We planned to skip Biology and meet at the West-side beach. But those dummies ended up waiting at the East-side. I thought they'd been caught trying to escape or something, so I came back to the class. But—" "—they weren't there." "Yeah," I say, my voice taught with irritation. "I mean, we never meet at that beach. Goddess! I thought winter had begun. It's awfully hot today," I complain to Jordan, who is trekking behind me. Dead leaves crumple beneath my steps. "I like the heat. Winters are boring. Cold." He's glad he picked up that I don't want to talk about them anymore. For a moment, an image of me snuggled up in a blanket with him in the cold flashes through my mind. I shake it away, shocked at my ow
Cole's brown eyes stare back at me, equally widened in shock. When I realize he isn't breathing, I get to my feet in an instant, relieving him of the weight on his chest. Cole huffs and struggles to lift himself up for a moment, but when I offer my hand in support, he shakes his head. With wobbly knees, he stands up and gives out a weary sigh. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry. I thought you were—" "Nessa!" A voice calls from behind, cutting me off. Jordan jogs up to me, his lips tilted into a half-smile. "Nothing to worry about. Only a bunch of tourists..." Jordan's voice trails off when his eyes find Cole. I purse my lips, feeling guilty for my action, and settle my eyes on Cole again. "As I was saying, I'm sorry. I thought you were going to attack me." Cole sighs again and runs his hand through his light hair, brushing off any dry leaves and twigs that had stuck in it. He places his hands on his hips and smiles, still breathing loudly. "No one should dare attack you, I think. After be
The next few days pass in a haze. I see less of Niall but frequently meet and talk to Jordan. He always approaches me burdened and worried but leaves less miserable and more confident in himself. The matter of missing werewolves is still kept a secret from the packs. The only person who knows about the situation other than the families of the two alphas is me. I try all I can to help, but there is nothing much I can do. If I had shifted, I would have been able to search the woods for their scents. My seventeenth birthday is approaching fast, and the lack of communication between Niall and me makes me feel uneasy. I am beginning to doubt my future. What if Niall isn't my mate? What would happen next? Being closer than ever to Jordan does not help my frantic heart either. To take my mind off those things, I go surfing, but the fear of confronting Cole brings me back soon enough. I constantly wish he'd left with his friends. Showing him the temple was a stupid move. But I do not blame
Although at first, it seemed like a bad idea to me—and it probably was—I end up inviting Jordan out of curiosity. I want to know how he will react. The Silver Crescent pack gathers once every month at Luna's temple to celebrate Crescent night, for a blissful period filled with music, laughter, delightful food, and chaos of all kinds. My mother would be there along with my grandma, the only time the old lady ever chooses to leave her bed. Usually, I would be at the center, organizing the monthly event along with my packmates. But this time, my attention has been carried away by other concerning things. As far as I know, no one from the Blood Moon pack has attended a Crescent celebration over the last few decades. I can guess the general reaction, however, I care little about that. If the packs knew what was going on in Bellpond, they would choose to stick together. At least that is what I believe. Also, I want to spend some more time with Jordan. Being around him feels nice. I have g
I hope to find a quiet spot to spend my time sulking until I can be beside Jordan again. I drag myself away from the pair, each footstep weighing heavy. Not long after, I find myself facing my mother. I greet her with a smile but do not receive one back. Her lips are pressed together in a thin line. My eyes flicker to the old lady standing beside her. My grandmother. Judith Martin has a face that is completely wrinkled, the arch of her backbone revealing her years. The skin of her body hangs lazily over the bones, but her eyes blaze with pure anger. They seem to glow orangish-red, although that is only the reflection of a nearby fire. She seems ready to pounce at any moment now, and I am prepared. "What have you done?" She questions the beta werewolf, her voice sounding similar to thunder. "I don't know what you mean," I answer, but I think my voice sounds too small. Almost fearful. "Don't you, girl? Tell me," she demands, moving closer. One of her bony hands grabs my arm and ho
Jordan shakes his head and lowers his eyes to his feet. “I swear it's just the dress you’re wearing,” he claims. “I’ve been told that.” I want to know what he is really thinking. If I had shifted, I would sense his mood. I would have some idea if he is really being truthful. What if I am feeling all of this and none of it is genuine? And that thought has done it. It has managed to ruin the rest of my night. I move away from him, not too much for I do not want to make him feel any worse. But being too close without knowing clearly what he wants is not an option. I look at the night sky, how dark and beautiful it still is. My grandma always says she believes a Crescent night to be brighter than a full moon. It makes no sense but I know why she would say that. My thoughts linger and the words from my mouth are, “I’m not all good, Jordan. I do stupid things sometimes.” “Who doesn’t?” His tone is easy. Maybe I had expected something else. Maybe he is not looking at me to know I am