"So why is your scent the only thing clouding the borders?" Harry asks in a serious tone as he leans forward in his chair.I knew it. I knew something wasn't right."What do you mean? I don't understand." I try to make sense of the situation, but I can't."Oh, don't play dumb with me, Isla." He drawls in an agitated tone."I know for certain that you're incredibly weak to perform spells that could make you be in two different places at the same time. That could've been the only logical explanation, but it can't be. And you're not a witch.""So tell me. You were in your room all night, so how and why is your scent clouding my borders?" Harry stands up from the chair."Are you sure that it's my scent?" I ask. "Don't give me that bullshit. I checked myself." He snaps, waving me off, and I start to fiddle with my fingers."Why is your scent all over my borders?" He asks again, but this time he does it slowly, emphasizing each word.I take a deep breath and flex my shoulders, trying to ea
Things in the pack have been quiet. Awfully quiet. Like the eye to the storm. That gentle peace before a tsunami wraps around everything.I'm the tsunami.But these people don't know it. Especially this one.As I continue to feed Harry's father, he stares at me in adoration. Like I'm doing the nicest thing known to man.Once I help him finish his plate, I adjust his position on the bed. He coughs a bit after taking a few gulps of water from the glass I hand him.As soon as he is done, he looks like he is in the mood for a chat, so I stay back instead of leaving right away."Thank you so much." The man appreciates me as he runs out of breath."It's fine." I tell him in a genuine tone because it actually is.I like helping him, even though his only child is the bane of my existence. The man shakes his head, like he wants to say more, and I let him."A lot of people won't do what you're doing for me. Coming here, helping me, feeding me Honestly, you're the one person in this pack, safe f
"Is she the one you're fucking?" Harry asks in a pissed-off tone, and for the first time in weeks, I'm speechless.What the actual fuck?He thinks I'm sleeping with Denise. What? Why? I'm so confused. Is it because I've been blowing him off by adding her to my list?This is just downright outrageous. Harry is insane. He is definitely insane. There's no way he's thinking straight right now."It's true, isn't it?" He sneers, and my mouth opens up to speak and then closes. It opens up and closes. It repeats the same procedures twice.I am so lost right now."She's the one you're always sneaking off to meet, isn't she? She's the one you were with that night, right? You're in love with her, aren't you?" Harry keeps poking my shoulder as he asks me questions, and I'm unable to answer him because I am so stunned."That's not true. Isla and I are just friends. I swear." Denise defends herself in a desperate tone, and I'm still trying to wrap my head around Harry's theory."If you speak to me
I started to giggle maniacally. It takes me a few minutes to get myself under control. Once I do, I stand back on my feet. I walk over to the small desk by Harry's table and serve myself a glass of water.After taking two gulps, I decide I'm satisfied. I walk over to Harry's window to scope out what is happening outside.It's easy to tell which men are Harry's and which are Oliver's. The former are the ones losing. That's mainly because they've not been training strategically for battle. They've been trained for brutality.And that isn't going to help them in this fight.I use my eyes to search for Oliver, but I can't find him anywhere. He won't be able to get to me, so I have to find a way to get to him.I turn to look at the door, but it's locked. And it's made of the best mahogany wood; I know I'm not getting out of here through it.I turn my attention back to the window. It's made of thick glass. I jam my hands against it, but it doesn't budge; it only brings an excruciating amoun
Harry looks beyond angry as his eyes dart from Oliver to me."You're in no position to threaten us." Oliver puffs out his chest as he pulls out a gun.Harry laughs as he stares at Oliver. It's not amused laughter; it's one filled with bitterness and pain."Put that thing away; let's settle this the way we used to when we were kids." Harry suggests it, and I frown."I'm not fighting you." Oliver is quick to reject the offer."You've grown soft, Oliver. And that's why destroying you would be so satisfactory to me." He lunges for Oliver, who later dodges, moving to the other side, causing Harry to bump into his own desk.If Harry was angry before, he's livid now."I'll make you regret ever betraying me." Harry grinds out Oliver."Oliver! Let's get out of here!" I say with urgency as I rush for the door and open it.I start to run, and Oliver is hot on my tail with Harry behind us. Harry is growling and howling all over the place. Letting out snippets of what he's going to do when he catc
There's something stilling about time as Oliver and I watch Harry as his wolf sheds its fur and he starts to turn human again.There's no breaking of bones in the procedure of him changing back to human again. It's the strangest thing I've ever seen. Like his wolf is being caged outside of his body.Once it's done, on the ground lies a naked and helpless Harry, who seems to be unconscious as his back bleeds from the spot where I shot him.A pang of guilt strikes my heart, and one part of me gets all sympathetic. The other side of me stands strong and convinces the sympathetic side of me that it has to be done.Yes, it had to be done. There was no other way. J tried, but he didn't listen. I did a good thing.As I encourage myself in my mind, Oliver drapes his arm around me and pulls me closer to his chest to snuggle in with him. I don't fight it.I let myself go into his embrace. But not fully; I'm still holding the cold metal weapon in my hands that's weighing me down.Oliver doesn't
The knock on the door is enough to kill the entire mood, causing me to frown as Oliver rolls away from me.I scowl as I stand up from the bed and go over to open the door. It's no surprise that it's Sandra. And she doesn't wait for me to say anything before she throws her arms around me and hugs me tight."Isla, you did it!" She cheers, and I can't help but contort my frown into a small smile."I couldn't have done it without your help," I whisper to her side, and she disentangles from me, slapping me on my shoulders.“Oh, stop it; stop being modest. You low, they're calling you the great alpha slayer." She laughs as she speaks, and I can't help but join her."By the way, where is that fiance of yours?" She asks as she pushes past me and heads straight into the room. I turn around as well."He-ahh!" She screams before covering her eyes. I see that Oliver is still without his shirt on.I throw him a look, and he gives me a clueless shrug. "Take your shirt and go!" I tell him, and his f
I've thought of the idea for a while now, and I'm sure of it. I'm going to bring my kids to this pack. But I'm not sure I can trust anyone with their existence.I mean, they are Harry's blood; one look at them and a person will be able to trace their parental line. If I bring them here, it'll have to be a secret. No one can know.But Sandra.I have to tell her about them. She's my closest friend, and she's one of the biggest reasons why I was able to overthrow Harry.She helped me so much that the least I can do is reveal this part of myself to her.During the coronation ceremony tonight, I'll tell her. I'll tell her everything there is to know because I trust her.For the rest of the day, I visit different divisions of the pack and pay my respects to them, side by side with Oliver.The funny thing is that, though they are all aware of the real reason why he left, no one accuses him of anything. They treat him like he's always around.They're too welcoming. It makes me feel a bit of s