Once I finish crying my eyes out, I clean up and compose myself before retracing my steps to Sir Smith's room that I used the other day.I try to block out all thoughts of Harry as I do so, but it proves to be almost impossible. I mean, I am staying at his house, and everything around me smells like him.My werewolf senses are slowly coming back to me since I'm now staying here. I'm not sure if it could be a good thing or a bad thing.Once I finally get to the dungeon-like place, I greet both guards by the doorpost awkwardly. Though they might be entirely different guards from the other day, I'm very sure they know who I am because they step away from the door and open it up for me.I let out a sigh before taking a step into the room. Harry's father looks like he's sleeping. And the room still smells the same way it did when I first came here.Though now I can clearly tell what it is. A faint aroma of belladonna. Harry's father seems to be unhooked from the tea treatment. The air surr
He killed again.Right in front of everybody, and no one could do a single thing to stand up to him. Is this how the people here are treated? To watch their family and friends die and not do anything about it?Harry dismisses the pack, and people start to go away. I head in the other direction, making my way straight for Harry as he stands with his hand behind his back in an unbothered manner.I can hear him telling his men to burn their bodies and send their mates to his office. My stomps are loud and precise, and they all turn to me.Harry flexes his neck as he waits for me to get to him. Once I eventually do, I stand only a few feet away from him. I don't need to speak to show how pissed off I am.My expression says it all, and my breathing speaks volumes. He waits for me to speak, but along the way he notices that I'm not going to be the one to start the conversation, so he speaks up instead."What do you want, Isla?" He asks in a hurried and bored tone.I let out a harsh breath t
"You thought that I would let you run away from me again?" Humor laced in his tone as he speaks, and he adds a bitter chuckle at the ending, making me feel stupid.I should feel stupid. How could I possibly think that I'll ever be able to escape Harry once again? And all on my own, for that matter.I'm a fool—a big fool. So when I slowly look up to face him, I do what a fool would do when caught like a deer in front of a vehicle's headlights.I kick his chin and try to make a break for it again. Keyword—try.I don't get up to two steps in when he grabs my forearm and roughly presses me up against the tree bark. I let out a whimper in fear and shock."Let go of me!" I try to struggle, but his grip on my arm is deathly tight."With all what you've been doing since you came back to the pack, I honestly thought that you were much smarter." He clicks his tongue, watching my face intently as he speaks."But you're not; you're even more idiotic than you were when you ran away from me the fir
I feel utterly drained when I wake up the next day. I have a split headache. Thankfully, as I turn around on my bed, I see a small note on my side table saying, 'I thought you might need this when you wake up.' Then underneath the note sit two tablets of aspirin.Thank the moon goddess for Sandra.I pop them into my mouth and wash them down with the glass of water by the side of the table. I relax in bed for a few minutes before I get up to take a bath.I'm not sure I'll be able to speak to Harry today or ever again in my entire life. I soak up the soap bubbles in the bath tub, and memories of last night continue to flash in my head.There's no way I'll be able to forget it or push what happened to the back of my mind, so I just endure the pain of watching six men die in front of me because of me.I thought the doctor dying because of the information I gave Harry was the worst thing that could ever happen to me, but truly, this Causing six men to commit suicide right in front of me is
Harry's question spins around the room."Don't tell anyone what?" He repeats in an irritated tone this time as he walks into the room."If I wanted you to know, I wouldn't have told her not to tell anyone!" Courage drowns me as I move my food tray away and stand up from the bed.I said I wouldn't stress myself today. I said I wouldn't talk to Harry today, but here I am, doing both things.Harry's jaw tickled at my reply. I expect him to pester me for more answers, but his neck snaps over to Sandra."Tell me now." He commands in his alpha voice, and the room suddenly gets heavy.Since I've started to feel my wolf again, I get overwhelmed by his alpha dominance. Sandra isn't doing so well with it at all. She shrinks into herself in bed and squeezes the sheets."Alpha, I—""Whatever comes out of your mouth next must be the truth or else," the threat hangs in the air and suffocates both Sandra and me."The lady—""Sandra." I manage to cut her off in a sharp tone. She shakes her head at me
Two hours to the dinner of doom, and Sandra knocks on my door. I don't need to open the door to know that she's the one.Anyone other than her would just barge into my room like they owned the place. She's the only one who knocks lightly, then waits for my permission to come in.I grant her permission, and she enters the room. She's holding something—a dress. A scowl makes its way over her face as she walks over to me with a small smile playing on her lips."The Alpha wanted you to wear this." She lays the dress on my bed, and I grunt.I scooted over to the end of the bed, where I placed the dress—it's a transparent casing. I can tell that the color is black—Harry's new favorite color, that is.I've never seen him wear anything other than black since I started staying here. I wonder when he adopted that habit. It was probably around the same time he adopted the hobby of killing people for next to no reason.I slide down the zip to reveal the dress. It's a modern gown with shimmering
The closer I get to Harry, the more I'm able to make out the satisfied smirk on his face directed at me."Don't smirk at me." I grunt as I walk up the small steps into the temple.His smirk turns into a full-on grin, and I scowl. He doesn't make any attempt to stand up from the table; he rests his elbows against the table and intertwines his fingers.I drag the only other chair around the table and take a seat."The dress is a perfect fit." He says, and I'm not able to tell whether it is a compliment or a common observation."Don't talk to me." I raise my hand to stop him, and he snorts."Let's eat," he sighs, and I grunt as I turn my attention to the meal.He opens a tray, and the first course is barbecued shrimp. I frown, but I love these. How dare he serve what I love?I start to dig into the food ferociously, not minding his gaze on me. But eventually, I get irritated."What?" I snap at him."Nothing," he shrugs. I narrowed my eyes at his figure.We continue to eat, and all of a s
"One more time, remind me of what we're doing here." I asked Sandra, letting out a tired sigh afterwards."The Alpha wanted you to see how these people work here." She gestures all around us, causing me to frown.I was forced to wake up bright and early this morning and was dragged all the way to the soldier's training yard. Sandra said the newly turned wolves have started training.Now here I am, sitting alongside Sandra, watching teenagers listen to strong-headed adults insult their existence because they can't throw a punch well."Stop tucking your thumbs inside your fists!" One of the trainers yells at the boys, and they flinch. I do as well.Damn, they are not training them for the army. These are just kids."I'd rather do anything, literally anything, than be here," I tell Sandra, and she chuckles. "Well, that's not up to you." She tells me and I groan out in frustration. "Everything about this pack is just so tiring. How can you stand it?" I change the subject as I turn away