"Get your hands off me." Harry's voice comes out like a slow poison that first hits my nostrils, then slides into my mouth and makes its way to my heart to spread around it, causing the organ to shrivel and die.I don't know how, but my fingers slowly crumpled on Harry's chest, forming a loose fist and then sliding down from his chest. I breathed in rushed pants all throughout, trying so desperately to calm myself down but to no avail."I'm sorry," I force out of my mouth in a strangled tone. I summon up the strength to keep on looking deep into his piercing, emotionless eyes.He wants to say something; I know he does, but I know that whatever he has to say would kill me and bury me right where I stand. So instead of waiting for him to speak first, I open my mouth and let stupid words spew out of it."You shouldn't have regarded Simon like that. He's just a kid, a stubborn one at that, but you threatening him and his parents all over the place was wrong." I make my point, and from the
Sandra came bright and early to get me ready for the trial today. She might not be working as a maid anymore, but she still sees it fit to dress me up because she thinks that I can't get ready on my own.I can, but I just don't want to. She forces me into a black power gown with ruffles at the rim, but not so much that it's weird. It's fitted from my neck to my waist but free downwards, and it has a square-shaped neckline that's not afraid to show the top of my breasts.I wear my hair up in a messy bun with jewellery draped across my open neckline and shoes that fit comfortably under my gown. Sandra stares at me in pride when she's fine, but I frown deeply at her efforts."It's a trial, not a ball." I say in a dry voice, and she rolls her eyes, spinning my dressing mirror chair so that I can face her directly. Then she rests both her hands on my shoulders and wears a happy smile."You're the Luna. You have to look like this for either occasion. Besides, everyone there would be dressed
"I want them banished from the Blood Moon pack." I say in a calm and firm voice, evoking gasps from all around me."What?" Harry asks me but doesn't even give me the opportunity to answer. "You just want them to go like that? No punishment, just to banish them? Are you even thinking straight right now?" Harry tries to keep a calm voice, but by the time he continues speaking, his tone escalates, and he raises his pitch as I see his wolf eyes flash."Harry, I—" I want to explain my side to him, but he cuts me off before I even get to say anything on the matter."You what? You feel sympathy for them and believe that ending their lives immediately would be a waste. Surely, you must be aware that they launched an attack on MY pack," he says, using the word 'my' like the pack belongs to him alone and I'm not even part of it. "They helped my psycho brother target my kids, and they had the audacity to deceive me." Listing their crimes like that does sound terrible."Sorry, Isla. But they're n
Harry is the only one present at the funeral, for obvious reasons. I don't think any member of the pack would even be comfortable here with the conditions Jeremy put them through.It's going to take a while for the fear people have to fully subside. He put a memorable dent in their lives, literally. As werewolves, our funerals aren't as straightforward as human ones. For humans, they either cremate their loved ones and keep the ashes with them or spread them in the ocean.Or they bury them the old-fashioned way, six feet deep. For werewolves, it's different. More ceremonial, if that's the word. For respected and high-ranking members of a pack, they are buried on ancestral grounds with the oldest member of the pack, who blesses their remains. For normal members of the pack, a cremation ceremony is held, where the eldest in the family carries it out and blesses the soul of the dead.But for the scorned and shamed members of the pack, their remains are cremated and cursed into the soil f
The next morning, I woke up to a warm, empty bed. I jerk into alertness as I look around me. No Harry. I shouldn't be surprised, as I am, but I am. There's a pang in my heart.'Let me use you, Isla.'He didn't forgive me. He just wanted to use me so that he could feel better. And I let him. I even wanted him to, and I still want him to use me. Anyway, that's what he wants, just so he won't feel bad anymore.He said he had nightmares about Jeremy. About killing Jeremy. I can't imagine how that might feel. He feels haunted. I should talk to him and try to get him to see a therapist. That's the best option at this point.I won't let him drown in self-loathing and depression. I rise up from the bed and go to my dressing mirror. I see that I'm rough and there are patches of dirt all over me.That's what I get for having sex in the middle of the forest. A shy smile forms on my lips. Harry wants me. Harry needs me. I just need him to see how much.I have a nice and relaxing bath, then change
I make my way to see Sir Smith. Over the last few weeks, I've been visiting him constantly, and he's gotten better. Way better, but lately, whenever I see him, I'm reminded of what he did to Jeremy.I admit that he made a mistake—a misjudgement of character. If only he had listened to his son and acted on his fears, then maybe some things would have turned out differently. But instead, the second he found out his son was having fears and opinions, he boxed him up and sent him to the first rehabilitation centre that came calling.Because of that, there's a certain grudge I hold against the man, though the one I hold against myself is bigger. Now, with the threats eliminated, I didn't think there was any reason to have Sir Smith's door guarded 24 hours a day, seven days a week.Now, the man is as free as a bird, and sometimes he takes walks around the hallway with no one to force him back to his room for rest. I step into the room, and I see that he's just making his way out of the toil
Harry is here. At my family dinner. Why is Harry here? And why is he all dressed up? Like his father, he's also dressed in a suit, but it's a bit more subtle and doesn't give off show-off vibes. A suit is still a suit.Dylan leaves me and runs to his father, just like Lilah and Daniel. Harry crouches down to their level to speak with them."Daddy! You're here!" Lilah says in excitement, and I roll my eyes. When did he become their dad? And why am I so jealous of the relationship that he's formed with them in such a short time?"Of course, your mom invited me." Harry answers, and Dylan whispers something inside his ears. Harry laughs a bit, then goes to fetch something from inside his pocket.A wallet? He carries out his wallet and hands them cash. My jaw dropped wide at the scene before. Dylan! He's behind this."Hey! Return the money back, you naughty kids!" I yell at them, and guilty expressions form on their faces. I snap my fingers, "Now!" I bark.The three kids turn to Harry with
This. This is what I've been afraid of for so damn long. This anger of his. He can be calm and laughing and all jokes one second, but the next, he turns into a beast. His wolf pull is so strong since he's an alpha.Even more so than Sir Smith. He's never been able to control it, and half the time, his wolf makes his decisions for him. That's why I'm so scared of how he'll be with the kids.He could lose control of one of them one day and... I don't even want to think that far, but I know that it's inevitable. These kids can make someone pull their hair out of their head.A person has to have real patience when dealing with them, or else things could really go to shreds. I don't want my kids to get mauled by their father. I don't think any sane person would ever want that.Time stills as Harry's amber eyes glow. I'm not sure the kids understand what's happening. They think that the show of eyes is cool because the three of them are fawning over it.Only we, the adults, know what's trul