Aaron Rogers made a gesture with his gloved hand. "Bring him forward," he announced.His assistant, Simone, tugged at the chain in her hand and the man before her stood. He was a tall fellow dressed in tattered clothing and his shaggy hair was matted to his head. It was dirty with leaves and dry twigs. He glanced warily at Simone before turning to Aaron. He put his bony hands together and said in a deep, hoarse voice, "Please, I beg of you. My children. Set them free.""Name?" Aaron enquired, ignoring him.He gulped and licked his cracked lips. "Sam."Aaron wrote it down on his ledger and underlined it. "How many in your pack?""We are not a pack," he answered, shifting from one foot to another. "We live in these forests by ourselves. We have a small cabin. We don't bother anyone.""How many in your immediate family?""Please," the man said, nearing the table. Simone pulled the chain forcefully and the man stumbled and fell to his knees. Aaron put a hand up and she stopped jerking the
Kiera slammed her glass down on the counter and thought of ordering another shot but decided against it. She drank more than enough. Another shot would make her stumble out of the bar. The thought was appealing. She didn't consider herself a reckless person; she never did anything irresponsibly. But the argument she had with Jared was still on her mind after two days and she was desperate to flush it out. If a good hangover didn't take care of it, she didn't know what would. She asked for the bill instead of a drink, though. Going home to an empty house wasn't appealing in the slightest but it was all she had. It was getting late and she had work in the morning. She stepped down from the stool and buttoned her coat. She looked around the bar once but didn't see anything or anyone interesting. She had planned on talking to someone new or meeting someone who would at least have kept her entertained the whole night but she had no luck. She felt incredibly alone at that moment. With
"I-I..." Kiera trailed off, looking into his eyes.He patiently waited for her to finish her sentence. She couldn't find her words. She felt embarrassed for stammering and she couldn't help but wonder what he thought about her.She had to get a grip and fast."I'm—""Shaken up," he finished for her. She nodded gratefully. Yes, that was one way of putting it. Behind him, the employees were returning to the store. She looked at the mess the guys and caused and she groaned helplessly."I could call the police," he suggested. She turned to him again. "They can't have gone far. And who knows? They might have a record."She thought quickly. Did she really want to spend the rest of her evening in a police station? She was exhausted as it is and she had a fair amount to drink. If they tested her and she exceeded the permissible limit by even a little, she'd be arrested for misconduct. They might even blame her for the whole incident. So she shook her head. "No, I think I'll go home. I'll figu
Kiera's pounding head woke her.The first thing she did was check the time. Her phone said 10:30. She hadn't expected to sleep till so late but she spent an unnecessarily long time looking up Mikael. She couldn't accept that there was nothing on him.She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and made her way downstairs in her nightgown. Simone usually woke up at around eight so she already had breakfast, probably. Kiera would have to have her breakfast alone.Simone was in the kitchen prepping lunch. She was sawing a kitchen in half and the sight made Kiera squirm. She looked up and wiped her hands on a kitchen towel. "You look like you went to hell and back.""I feel like it," she admitted. "Do we have ibuprofen? Advil?"Simone shook her head in disapproval. "I'll fetch it. You just wait here. Do you want to have your breakfast now or later?""Now, please. I need to get started on work. I'm already behind." She looked around. From the kitchen, she had a full view of the sitting room an
Kiera and Mikael left the station side by side.She felt better about filing the complaint. The police reassured her that they would do anything they could to find the men who harassed her. Mikael was a good witness and the great part was that he remembered some of the men's faces. Two portraits were made. It was good progress."I can't thank you enough," she began, "Thank you for taking the time to help me with this.""I'm happy to help," he said, flashing her his bright smile, "and please, do not hesitate to contact me again.""I won't," she replied, blushing. Spending the day with him had made her heart grow fonder. Yes, she was aware that she had only met him the previous night and that falling in love with a stranger had its complications but she couldn't stop. She felt strongly toward him and perhaps it was because he saved her when she needed it most but also because he showed up at the most opportune moment. She wasn't with Jared anymore and she was looking for someone to spen
Kiera opened the door and Simone was immediately upon her. "Where were you?" she asked angrily.Kiera looked at her with a guilty expression. Simone had her hands on her hips and was looking at her expectantly. Kiera knew how upset she got when she didn't give her word for hours on end. "I-" Simone interrupted her. "You disappear with a stranger and don't even bother to answer your phone! Do you know how anxious I've been? I sent Kane after you. He still isn't back. I'll have to call him to tell him you're home." Her phone. She hadn't checked it since she left the station. It made her feel worse. "I'm sorry, Simone. I should've called. It's just that the man who accompanied me to the station invited me for lunch and I lost track of time."She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. It was almost comical. "You mean the one who rescued you last night.""Yes, him. I'm glad you remember.""I'm old but not that old if that's what you're implying." It wasn't, but there was no arguing with Simone
Kiera woke up in the morning somewhat disoriented. Sunlight was streaming through the window she forgot to close last night and the sun was in her face. As much as she loved the sun, she hated it when she didn't close her curtains. She got up from bed and closed it although she usually opened it in the mornings. She checked the time on the alarm clock on her nightstand and saw that it was a little past ten. She was filled to the brim with optimism after Mikael's call but now she was hesitant and a little concerned. She had neglected her work for too long and she knew that sooner or later, she'd be let go if she didn't do something about it. She slacked off for too long. She was supposed to make the most of the week to really catch up but she had dinner with Mikael. She couldn't and wouldn't cancel on him—she was eager to see him and nothing would stop her, not even the threat of losing her job, but she had to get a grip on herself and not spend the afternoon thinking about him as sh
Mikael parked in front of her house. They were silent for a long time. Ever since they left the restaurant, to be precise. It wasn't that what he did scared her or anything, it was something else. Something she couldn't put her finger on. After a beat, he said, "I'm sorry about what happened. I lost my mind when he spoke to you that way. I know I shouldn't have done it but it was stronger than me. I can't describe the feeling."Kiera placed her hand on his arm. "Don't apologize."It was odd to her that they were only talking about the incident after they left the restaurant. When the red-faced man left, they were escorted to their seats and apart from the occasional glance from strangers, it was almost as if nothing had happened. They talked about random topics throughout the night and she got to know a little bit more about him. But even though they spent three hours in each other's company, he was still a complete stranger to her. They didn't talk about what the man said to her (w
Kiera sat back in her chair and sighed. The sun was warm, a little too warm, but the one thing she loved about the sun was how it had the capacity of making her forget the cold days. It was almost as if the horrors she endured never even happened. The only reminder that they did was the empty space in her heart that belonged to Kane, and that would forever remain vacant. It took her a long time to feel normal again, even after finding out that Simone and Mikael hadn’t died that day. It was all a big shock to her, and although she had every reason to feel normal, she didn’t. She couldn’t get the image of Celia’s body out of her mind, and it was strange that that was the scene that haunted her the most, apart from the two of them cutting her neck with a knife and leaving behind a scar that she would bear forever. With Simone and Mikael’s help, though, she began feeling better. Leaving town helped. In fact, the change of atmosphere and the drastic improvement of the weather was enough
The hours passed. Kiera was growing more uncomfortable than ever. She didn't know what they wanted from her, not anymore. At first, she thought that they were going to kill her. Now, it felt like they wanted to torture her with the sight of Celia. He kept insisting that it was her fault that the whole thing happened. He didn't do much apart from repeating the same words over and over again. It was torturous. They sky was getting much darker, and soon, she wouldn't be able to see. The sky was moonless and heavy with clouds. The rain stopped, but the night was cool. She knew it would rain again. She could smell it in the air. What were they waiting for?What did they want from her? It was harder not knowing what would happen, she realized that now. If they had told her what the intended to do with her—explicitly—she would know what to expect. But it seemed like they were all crazy. She was surprised that two men managed to cause so much damage. Celia hadn't lifted a finger. She cou
Kiera was in the dark for a long time.Her eyes were hot and heavy with tears. It was bizarre how much things had changed in the space of five minutes. One minute, they were all there; alive and well. The other, they were gone. Simone was gone. She didn't know what happened to her, or where they took the car. She should have acted quicker when she found the man in the shop suspicious. Her own inability to act condemned her. She should have checked Mikael to see if he was alive. She shouldn't have panicked the way she did. Now, it was too late. She didn't know what to think anymore. She was being driven to a place far away without anyone around her that could possibly save her. She thought about it, but her thoughts were as hollow as her. She couldn't hold onto them and attach importance to them. They were just flowing through her like water. She would be at their mercy, and she didn't even know who they were. She suspected that it had to do with the pack Simone destroyed, the DarkWa
It was time to go. They left the next day. Simone was far from recovered, but she insisted that they didn’t have much time left. They had to go. Kiera packed what she could with Mikael’s help, and it was harder to say goodbye to the house she grew up in. She didn’t know how long she would be gone for, but it was unlikely that she would be back anytime soon. The house had traces of Kane wherever she looked, and that was the hardest part. It felt like she was leaving a part of him behind. She didn’t know if Simone felt the same way. If she did, she didn’t show. Her determination to leave overpowered everything else. She looked around, at the pictures and paintings on the wall, and the holes that he made the other night when he put the boards up that were never filled. Her father’s office was impossible to look at. It was no longer her father’s, not in her heart. It belonged to Kane. There was nothing that she could bring with her that would fill the hole of leaving everything behind.
Simone was discharged in the morning, as she expected. A large potion the forest had caught fire. It was all over the news, and all everyone talked about. Kiera felt bad. Of course, she did. They were responsible for the forest fire, which claimed a few innocent lives of the people trying to put it out. To know that they were the ones who caused the whole mess was disheartening, and her heart weighed with guilt. There was a small chance that Celia had escaped. They couldn’t be sure about the others. Mikael mentioned that there was no chance that she escaped, and that was a relief for Kiera. She was finally out of their lives, and the worst was behind them. Having Simone and Mikael in the same house was strange. They hadn’t talked to each other when Kiera first brought her, and that was the part that made her grind her teeth. She didn’t know what she thought would happen but the silence was unsettling. They didn’t have to talk, and even if they did, what would they say to each other
They got out safely. All three of them. Simone was hurt, though. Celia had managed to scratch her with her talons before they got out. She was bleeding heavily, so Kiera drove her to the nearest hospital as soon as they reached the car. Mikael was collapsed beside her, but he wasn’t hurt. He was so weak he could barely sit up. Behind them, the fire raged. Simone would be alright. She had been injured and needed stitches and bed rest. Mikael refused to go to the hospital. He insisted that all he needed was a decent meal and some sleep, far away from a hospital. He didn’t have documents, so he couldn’t even be admitted in one. So, once Kiera was sure that Simone would be safe, she drove him to their house. They didn’t speak to each other. There was nothing to say for the time being. Kiera had a lot on her mind. She wanted to fetch Simone as soon as she could. The next morning, preferably. The hospital was too close to the pack house. She wasn’t all that safe there. Once they reache
"Mikael, is that you?" Kiera said. He was silent for a few seconds, and then he answered, "It's me."The first thing she noticed was how weak he sounded, and then she concluded why. He was hanging from the roof. She suddenly remembered what she had been told about him. He would be killed for trying to protect her, and he was being kept as a prisoner and awaited execution in the home of some werewolves. These guys. She never thought about it. It slipped from her mind completely. Her first instinct was to rush to him to help him. He had to get down, that wasn't up for debate. In the dark, she was practically blind. Even if there was a light switch in the barn, they couldn't use it. They would grab unwanted attention. She would have to work in the dark. "What do I do?" she asked him. "Cut me loose.""Simone, I need a knife," she said, trying to reach the rope above his head. She couldn't reach for it even when she stood on the tips of her toes. It was making her desperate. "I'll do
The day went by slowly, too slowly. Kiera was stiff from having to sit in the car for so many hours. Simone was adamant. She didn't want to leave, and Kiera wouldn't waste her time in trying to convince her to leave the front of the building. They were running out of time, and they didn't have a better plan. So they were forced to stay. When the day was over, Kiera could hardly move. Her anxiety was making matters worse, but she managed to sit up when people started trickling out of the building. Their eyes were wide and searching every face that walked out. They were looking for the man responsible for Kane's death. They couldn't lose him, or all their efforts would have been for nothing. That was worse to Kiera than having to fight the man. "There," Simone said, breaking the silence. It was the first word that she said in hours. Her voice was surprisingly clear.He began crossing the street, and in a few steps, he would disappear around the bend. Where was he going? They had to k
Simone was thoughtful for the rest of the day. Kiera had no choice but to wait for what she was going to say. A decision had to be made, and quickly, or they'd lose their advantage. News about the dead werewolf would spread soon, and then they'd all know that Simone was after the wolves who had been involved in Kane's death. If that happened, they would go into hiding, and finding them would be a lot more difficult. Simone remained silent, so Kiera couldn't do anything else but wait. Long periods of silence made her think about Kane all of the time. She didn’t know what else to do. The current situation was impeding her from doing anything else, and it was hard to imagine that a few months prior, she was concerned about not finishing her work. She forgot all about being an editor. If they placed a manuscript in front of her, she wouldn’t know what to do. But she wasn’t the only one who changed drastically. She couldn’t recognize Simone on most days. The sweet but tough woman was r