I did as she asked and walked up the stairs, going slowly so as not to let anything tip off the tray. I found a door marked with a cute sign marked with the letter ‘B’ and went in. I quickly set the food down on her desk and then sat in a chair that was in the corner of the room. I felt kind of awkward being in her private space so I just sat there for a while, not looking at anything so that I don't feel like snooping around.I pulled out my phone, nervously swiping through it, but I did not click on any apps. I decided maybe I should go back downstairs to wait for her because it had been like 10 minutes and she wasn't around yet. I stood up, walking back to the door when something caught my eye.It was a bulletin board nailed up on her wall. There were tons of photos and stickers and little decorations pinned to it. I smiled at a pic of a younger Lia and her hugging. They were so cute and toothless. But then I came across something that made me stop in my tracks.It was a photo, on
Zed's brow furrowed in a frown. "So you are saying it was not because he was blaming you again?" "'Again?' He never stopped. But if Ralph thinks that this little family trip is going make us all fucking forget everything he is retarded," Zed growled slowly. "Hey. That is our head alpha you're talking about," Dameon turned away from him, walking off. "Go on your stupid trip with him. See if I care," he said angrily "I'm not going near the grave if Tristen is going be there," Zed turned back in defeat, but I didn't have time to see any more than that because Dameon was walking right towards me. If he finds me here he is going to know that I was eavesdropping. So I quickly skitter down the hall and go down a random flight of stairs. Then I walked back up them again so it looked like that was where I was coming from. Dameon spots me right away, looking a bit surprised. "Willow?" he questions."What are you doing here?" His tone wasn't like how it was usually. It was more demanding.
Have you ever felt like you were so sad that you became numb? You couldn't move. Couldn't do anything. After crying myself to sleep last night, I lay in bed, staring at the wall blankly. I still felt that horrible pain in my chest, it throbbed with it as my mind forced me to relive Dameon Snapping at me. It emphasized every word he said, telling me how much he must have hated me.Deep down, I knew he said he didn't mean it, but how could he have said it and not meant it? What did I expect when I Did the worst thing possible: bring up his dead mom when he was drunk? I didn't know why I did that. Maybe it was because I was desperate for a connection. I wanted to be someone he could confide in. Kinda...like how one had to rely on a mate. I wanted to be that for him. But Lia's Talk about us possibly being mates just got to my head and I went too far. I was The worst, and I know that.When I thought about how happy we were, and how good our relationship felt, I felt like shit. I spoiled i
I smiled weakly, appreciating that she was here for me. But nothing could overpower the looming sadness inside me. The second Lia arrived she asked if I was okay. I ran into her arms, desperate to be consoled. She held me tight, cooing words of comfort. When I was finally in a condition to speak, she asked me what happened. I didn't tell her the full story, not wanting to breach Dameon's privacy even further. I was pushing him to tell me what was wrong when he was clearly very upset and he snapped at me. "I'm gonna break his face!"She declared once I had finished explaining. "Anyone who hurts my bestie is gonna get it!"She fumes, jumping up and pacing around the room. I sniffled, still looking like a lifeless lump on the bed. "I miss him," I started to cry again, burying my face in the mountain of tissues she brought. "No, none of that," she comes back over to me, putting her hands on her hips. "He doesn't get to be missed after what he did," "But I'm the one who-" "Willow. I wil
I froze as he walked forward." Can we talk, Willow?" he asked. I could not speak. I just stared at him with my eyes wide open, trying to remember what Lia had told me to do in this situation. She Looks at me and notices my discomfort. "She doesn't want to talk to you," she told Dameon. But he just ignores her. All his attention was on me. He looked worse than yesterday, the dark circles under his eyes much more pronounced. "Love, please. Let me talk to you," I found myself slowly shaking my head, almost doing it involuntarily as I gripped Lia's arm tightly for support. I could face him. I couldn't even look at him without the hurt of what he said coming back to me. "Willow," Lia whispered, "Say Something," I swallowed nervously, locking eyes with Dameon who looked apprehensive of my answer my heart clenched as I looked at him “ No,” I said, shaking my head. His shoulders slumped in defeat. He looked on the verge of begging me to hear him out, but he clenched his jaw in resis
Pain It was something that I was familiar with. It came with each day breaking, an endless cycle for me here in Blood Moon Park. The source? Well, my life went to shit a long time ago, but if I was to pin my troubles on someone, that would be my step-father, Alpha Eric. Being the head alpha meant that his every word was law, and my life was a mere plaything in his hands, something he could manipulate and ruin. I loathed him with all being, but I also feared him; he was the one who controlled my life ultimately, not me. He allowed me to stay in the basement of the house where my family used to live; sometimes, I can’t help but think about the happy times I spent living in the main house when my father was still alive. But I made do with the basement; it was better than being homeless, so I am grateful for whatever I have. I could not complain, because complaining meant being beaten even more than ever. As the omega ‘runt’ of the pack, I invited more trouble than anyone else, but f
I hid behind a thick brush as I watched a male wolf stalk through the woods, praying that the brush was enough coverage for my fur as I looked at the wolf prancing around the forest. I trembled in fear as I realized that he was twice my size and an alpha, for that matter, cause of his tall frame. His fur is as dark as midnight, and I struggle to keep my gaze on him as he blends into the shadows of the trees. I had been running the entire night, and I was barely trying to stay conscious at this point. My paws felt sore, and I was sure they were filled with splinters as I hadn’t transformed into my wolf for a long time. I tried to move from my hiding spot, but I made a big mistake as I stepped on fallen leaves and made them rustle. I saw the wolf stop, his ears straightening in alert. Fuck, I mumbled, he heard it. I watched as he sniffed the air. I tried to make one last effort to stay hidden as I lowered myself to the ground. I could not run as I was so tired, and he was very close
I woke up, realizing that I was in a medical facility of some sort. I’ve never been to one before, but from what I have seen about hospitals on television, it looked like a medical facility. I lay on a white bed trying to recollect my memories and know where I was. The throbbing pain in my head had lessened. I tried to stand up, but my head felt floaty for some reason; I noticed that an IV has been run through my right hand. A nurse walks in and noticed that I was awake. How are you feeling now? She asked walking toward me. “I'm f- fine” I manage to croak out as my throat feels dry. “w-where am I?” “Who brought me here”? “How did I get here?” I ramble on, feeling nervous. “Calm down, I will answer all your questions..”. You are in the hospital of Silver Moon pack. The alpha’s son brought you in. The nurse suddenly looked nervous, “The head alpha is on his way, I have to tell him about the pack mark on your shoulder” My heart drops, how could I have forgotten about the crescent moon
I froze as he walked forward." Can we talk, Willow?" he asked. I could not speak. I just stared at him with my eyes wide open, trying to remember what Lia had told me to do in this situation. She Looks at me and notices my discomfort. "She doesn't want to talk to you," she told Dameon. But he just ignores her. All his attention was on me. He looked worse than yesterday, the dark circles under his eyes much more pronounced. "Love, please. Let me talk to you," I found myself slowly shaking my head, almost doing it involuntarily as I gripped Lia's arm tightly for support. I could face him. I couldn't even look at him without the hurt of what he said coming back to me. "Willow," Lia whispered, "Say Something," I swallowed nervously, locking eyes with Dameon who looked apprehensive of my answer my heart clenched as I looked at him “ No,” I said, shaking my head. His shoulders slumped in defeat. He looked on the verge of begging me to hear him out, but he clenched his jaw in resis
I smiled weakly, appreciating that she was here for me. But nothing could overpower the looming sadness inside me. The second Lia arrived she asked if I was okay. I ran into her arms, desperate to be consoled. She held me tight, cooing words of comfort. When I was finally in a condition to speak, she asked me what happened. I didn't tell her the full story, not wanting to breach Dameon's privacy even further. I was pushing him to tell me what was wrong when he was clearly very upset and he snapped at me. "I'm gonna break his face!"She declared once I had finished explaining. "Anyone who hurts my bestie is gonna get it!"She fumes, jumping up and pacing around the room. I sniffled, still looking like a lifeless lump on the bed. "I miss him," I started to cry again, burying my face in the mountain of tissues she brought. "No, none of that," she comes back over to me, putting her hands on her hips. "He doesn't get to be missed after what he did," "But I'm the one who-" "Willow. I wil
Have you ever felt like you were so sad that you became numb? You couldn't move. Couldn't do anything. After crying myself to sleep last night, I lay in bed, staring at the wall blankly. I still felt that horrible pain in my chest, it throbbed with it as my mind forced me to relive Dameon Snapping at me. It emphasized every word he said, telling me how much he must have hated me.Deep down, I knew he said he didn't mean it, but how could he have said it and not meant it? What did I expect when I Did the worst thing possible: bring up his dead mom when he was drunk? I didn't know why I did that. Maybe it was because I was desperate for a connection. I wanted to be someone he could confide in. Kinda...like how one had to rely on a mate. I wanted to be that for him. But Lia's Talk about us possibly being mates just got to my head and I went too far. I was The worst, and I know that.When I thought about how happy we were, and how good our relationship felt, I felt like shit. I spoiled i
Zed's brow furrowed in a frown. "So you are saying it was not because he was blaming you again?" "'Again?' He never stopped. But if Ralph thinks that this little family trip is going make us all fucking forget everything he is retarded," Zed growled slowly. "Hey. That is our head alpha you're talking about," Dameon turned away from him, walking off. "Go on your stupid trip with him. See if I care," he said angrily "I'm not going near the grave if Tristen is going be there," Zed turned back in defeat, but I didn't have time to see any more than that because Dameon was walking right towards me. If he finds me here he is going to know that I was eavesdropping. So I quickly skitter down the hall and go down a random flight of stairs. Then I walked back up them again so it looked like that was where I was coming from. Dameon spots me right away, looking a bit surprised. "Willow?" he questions."What are you doing here?" His tone wasn't like how it was usually. It was more demanding.
I did as she asked and walked up the stairs, going slowly so as not to let anything tip off the tray. I found a door marked with a cute sign marked with the letter ‘B’ and went in. I quickly set the food down on her desk and then sat in a chair that was in the corner of the room. I felt kind of awkward being in her private space so I just sat there for a while, not looking at anything so that I don't feel like snooping around.I pulled out my phone, nervously swiping through it, but I did not click on any apps. I decided maybe I should go back downstairs to wait for her because it had been like 10 minutes and she wasn't around yet. I stood up, walking back to the door when something caught my eye.It was a bulletin board nailed up on her wall. There were tons of photos and stickers and little decorations pinned to it. I smiled at a pic of a younger Lia and her hugging. They were so cute and toothless. But then I came across something that made me stop in my tracks.It was a photo, on
For the past week, Dameon had grown distant. Now I knew how agonizing he felt when I ignored his texts the whole week after our first kiss. He hardly texts or calls. And when I text or call him, he ignores it. I couldn't help but worry that I had done something wrong or that he was already tired of me.I hadn't realized how dependent on him I had come to be. I could not sleep properly as he had not replied to my messages. I had bitten my nails so down again that they had become sore, and they sting whenever I used my hands. I had become so attached to him that I was just miserable not being able to see him. Something was definitely up with him, but Lia had advised me not to be clingy so I tried not to bother him. I could not dwell on that right now. Because I found myself standing in front of the packhouse, doing the breathing exercises my psychiatrist recommended for me to do when I was really anxious. The source of my anxiety? Wren. Today I was going to try and talk to her. Lia tol
This chapter is really long, so enjoy guys. I watched as the paper airplane Dameon made flew across the room before bumping into the window and falling to the ground. "I'm trying to concentrate," I said as I glanced at him. "Then do," he said, looking at me innocently. "You just turned my English assignment into an origami," "Shit," I giggled as he went to pick it up, unfolding it and trying to flatten out the piece of paper. It was his day off, which was rare because he was always busy all the time. And I felt a bit special because he chose to spend it with me. I turned over on my stomach, continuing to read. I just have to reach the end of this chapter and I'm done for the whole weekend. I was on the second to the last page when I felt the bed dip around me. His Weight pressed down on my back as he lay down on top of me, his entire body over mine. He buried his face in the crook of my neck. He was so heavy I couldn't move at all, completely covered by him. " Get up you b
"You guys didn't have to come," he groaned as he sank into the cushion. He looked like he had aged 10 years in a day, the usual optimism absent from his face."You always get like this around this time of year," Zed said."You worried about me? Don't worry about this old man,""You're only 48,""I can't believe it has been this long...13 years since I lost my Luna," Ralph's Voice went soft. I wasn't expecting that.The room went silent. Then Zed Reached out his hands, grabbing Ralph’s hand in comfort. "I miss her every day,""I know you do, my boy," Ralph squeezes his hand back in gratitude." I know that feeling all too well...Sometimes I wake up hoping all these years without her was just a dream, that I would turn and see her sleeping beside me," his eyes went glassy, "But then it hits me that she's gone,"The mood in the room was depressing. I could not see Tristen's face from where I was hiding, but his face was somber. "We will go to visit her with you," he offered, "The date is
I spent the whole afternoon at Lia's place.. the both of us caught after our romantic rendezvous had made us distant the past few weeks. We didn't talk about Brianna, thankfully. I think Lia has been in contact with her though, so hopefully, I can find time to go see her soon now that I have 'dealt' with Jake. It kind of feels like I had to do all the work for us to reconcile. I wished she would just make some effort. But from what Lia has said in the past, she is an expert at avoiding things. The main reason I wanted to reconcile was because it was hard for Lia. At school, she wants to spend time with both of us, but obviously, she can't. And I miss Brianna, too. I am not as close to her as I am to Lia, but she was funny and really helpful. I just want her to forgive me. Even though I don't know what I did wrong When I got home that night, the mood felt off. Ralph was nowhere to be seen, but I knew that he was home because the front door was unlocked. I found him sitting alone in