A time jump but I promise, the next chapter will be long and promising.
MATTHAN I hated suits. I loved me a shirt but covering it with a literal heat generator didn't do it for me. The Aster wolves however had a reputation for being preppy. I had to look the part. It still came as a shock to me that Eloise was doing this after all that talk about wanting nothing to do with fellow werewolves. I guess most of what she said when she accidentally used the blood rune to visit me was true and that was precisely why I was crashing the Aster's debutante. Eloise would be among other younglings, saying the oath and binding herself to a pack for all eternity. I felt the need to snap her out of it. She was only doing this because I had taken away her choice. She was stubborn. I knew it. The only plausible reason for why she was choosing to align with a werewolf faction would be because she saw no way out. While I had nothing much to offer her, I could take back my words. That would mean something. Give her some sort of freedom."You are losing it." My wolf told me
ELOISE When I arrived at the doorstep of the Aster pack, the last eight I expected to see was Matthan. But there he was dealing absolute damage to the guards who just wanted to do their job."Oh my, I'll get the security at the gate," Orla stated, immediately turning but I stopped her."Don't worry about it. I know him."She paused, looking back at Matthan who was having the greatest time of his life punching anyone that stood in his way. "Are you sure about that Eloise?""Affirmative. I know him personally. I also know why he is here." That said, I walked up to Matthan. There was still some good distance between us but Matt had become so engrossed in the fight that he barely noticed me. So I did more than stand there. "Matthan?"My hands tightened when he turned to face me. His eyes were dark with a look that could only be described as hate and anger. He looked ready to murder everyone around him. At least, until those broody eyes landed on me. I watched whatever anger and rage tuc
ELOISE I stepped inside the halls with a catch in my throat. My breath was heavy and the sight in front of me was blurry. Pushing Matthan away was harder than I thought. It felt like a knife twisting itself into my chest as I fought to get a good grip on myself, but the weight of it all was a bit too much. I practically had a panic attack when my name was called."Here comes Eloise Carter. The newest member of the Aster Pack." The words hit me like an ice water cold shower at full force. My feet stopped before me, and all at once, everything went silent. There was no pain, just a sickening and numbing feeling surrounding me. My hands shook and my breathing was shallow. As I stood there in place, waiting for my heart to stop beating so fast and my breath to slow down, someone held my hand."It's alright," Orla assured me, wrapping my hand around hers. "Let's give them a show. Shall we?" She said with that signature smirk on her lips. It honestly helped. I nodded numbly, trying to breat
ELOISE I was still in a state of complete awe when the Luna of the Aster pack brought me in for a hug and whispered into my ear. "No one can know that you are an ultima. Not even your grandmother." The worry in her voice was heavy even though her face carried a smile. It was disturbing.Keeping the same energy, I asked her a question of my own. "Why did you call me a Luna seed? Isn't that much worse?" I had secrets of my own so I could not divulge to the Luna of this pack as to why a title that seemed to be of great honor revulsed me. She didn't seem to be suspicious of my questions though."Because the wiser ones noticed the change. The shift in the air and the stark difference of your inauguration into werewolf society. It was better to give them something that would satisfy their curiosity or else, things could have done worse for you." She revealed, breaking the hug and walking further to the stage."Did you hear that? Dì Ana, the great mother using me has decided to give the Ast
ELOISEIt was like breathing. Running. I knew it like the back of my hand. I did it whenever circumstances proved to be too much to handle. I was doing it now. The only difference this time around was it wasn't working at all. I could still feel the hot tears burning my eyes, but I couldn't stop running. My chest hurt. Breathing hurt. It didn't even register to me that I was crying in a run until I tripped over something hard and unyielding in my path. A rock probably.As soon as I hit the ground, I rolled over onto my front. The impact jarred the air from my lungs and I curled into myself, clutching my side with one hand while trying to get my breath back with the other. I registered that I was outside of the Aster pack hall. The soft glow of the moon blanketing me and the shrubs were easy giveaways. I remained there wondering why I was doing this to myself especially since I had told myself that I wanted to be free. It wasn't hate I had for Matthan. Dream or not, I had forgiven
DECLAN What were the odds of meeting him again? I had smelled him from miles afar before our paths even crossed. A part of me was dead sure I should have taken another route because I knew what was bound to happen if I saw him. Yet, I had ignored that subtle warning in my head and continued on my way. Pack meetings were usually uneventful. My wolf seemed to want some smoke. I found him a few seconds later, his vehicle parked not too far away. His hood was up and his face was buried in the engine as he cursed away. Car troubles, I supposed. I knew not to get too close especially not with Alice on my back but I couldn't stop myself. He was cute. I stopped my vehicle right in front of him. His entire body paused for a moment and from the corner of his eyes, I noticed his eyes went my way only for him to pretend to busy himself with something under the hood so it would look like he wasn't paying me attention. It awakened something inside me. The hunter buried within. I remained inside
ELOISE Shortly after the ceremony came to a close, Orla found me sitting outside with Matthan. The look on her face was pure gold. I figured I would explain things to her when we were alone. The urgency in her face alone showed she was not concerned with whatever epileptic relationship Matthan and I shared."Eloise, we need to talk."I looked at her, then at Matthan who was staring intently at empty space, content with just holding my hand. He didn't want to be involved with my problems but he didn't want to let me go either. His grasp tightened at my attempt to stand up. It was as if he was afraid that after tonight, things would change and I would go back to hating him and in all honesty, I couldn't promise him that it wouldn't happen. I could promise him tonight though."About what?""I suggest you give the Beta your goodbyes. The car is waiting. We'll talk there." Orla spared Matthan a dismissive look before returning her focus to me."Yeah... Sure..." I said, attempting to ignore
ALICE Things were getting better. Declan had been very cooperative and as the days passed, he had even become bearable. Enough to get myself to believe that this could actually work. Next week was going to be big because he would be announcing in the next pack meeting that we were officially a thing and the ritual would commence. I danced around the room just thinking about it. The title of Luna would be mine soon and the sweetener was I had the Alpha of the Gardenia pack wrapped around my fingers. It was dark and Declan would be back from his pack meeting. I sat in front of the mirror and got to work. I fixed my hair, cleaned my face, and applied lipgloss, I put on some perfume and slipped into my dress. A black lacy gown that barely reached my knees. I looked at my outfit one last time and nodded in approval. This was going to be a night for celebration. I grabbed some chocolate biscuits, opened a bottle of champagne, popped open two glasses, and went out onto the terrace to wait f
ELOISE(A few days later)The full moon did come and when it did. Matthan decided it was time to perfect our bond. He took me somewhere. I wouldn't miss that narrow and crooked road. It was the same path we had taken when he lead me to the tree with a door. This time around, Matthan took another turn and we arrived at a clearing in the middle of the forest."We aren't using the tree door?" I asked getting down. "I thought the mating ritual was supposed to take place in the Gardenia pack house?"Matthan pocketed his car keys and joined me. "Yes. But I don't want us to have a sex orgy. This is special for me. Sacred. I want us to remember tonight sometime in the future."I smiled at him. "You are very romantic, Matthan Gardenia." I teased but my face fell when I saw how serious he looked. I quickly looked away, blushing.We stood facing each other, silent. Matthan looked down at me and then stepped closer until the two of us were touching. He gently placed his hand under my chin and rai
ELOISE"We are here today to honor..." I tried to listen to the priest as he droned on about his mother but I was distracted. My mind was elsewhere. The words of the priest barely registered as I focused on what lay ahead. It was hard for me to accept mom had died. In fact, it felt so unreal it scared me. I didn't want to let go. But it wasn't like I had any say in the matter. I couldn't bring back the dead. I played with my fingernails as the priest went on to list all the good deeds she did for the church and the people around her. It made it hard to even breathe. She was a good person. She didn't deserve what fate she got.Matthan squeezed my hand in comfort. A gesture I appreciated in ways he wouldn't even understand. He looked over at me and said in a gentle voice, "You ok?"I nodded but didn't feel much better. The only difference was I could stomach it better. Clay stepped out to give his speech. It was long. It was also difficult for him to go through it all without bursting i
ALICE Since I made the call, I hadn't known peace. It wasn't guilt. I very much knew what was going to happen to Eloise and her brother when I informed Judas Carnation about his daughter. The trouble that I faced was when I would hear some tragic news. Judas' main target was his daughter but there was a big fat chance that others would be caught in the crossfire. Some days later, the effort of my hard work came to fruition, the day strings of murders came ringing into the Gardenia house. Someone had murdered some individuals working in a diner at Ashlake. The supposed unfortunate news was followed by another mother. A woman with the surname Carter had been brutally murdered. This time she hadn't been killed with the typical weapon. The stories they spun made me remember who else had died like that. Fadia Carnation. Eloise's biological mother. Joy could not describe the feelings I experienced. My heart was wrung and I couldn't stop smiling throughout that day. An added bonus was Dec
ELOISEMatthan took my hand and led me out into the cool air and towards the woods behind the house where his car was. I looked back and watched as the fire swallowed the house, the last remnants of it fading into a cloud of red smoke. I couldn't help but smile seeing it burn to the ground. I truly hoped no one decided to make this double tragedy another social experiment. The horrors that had occurred in this ground deserved to remain just ash and cinders forevermore.I could hear faint sounds of a siren coming from town; someone must have called an ambulance, but I doubted they'd get here before it was too late. Matthan opened the car door and helped me in, then buckled me in. He sat down on the opposite side of the car, putting on his seatbelt. The moment he clicked in his keys and started up the engine, I looked at the house one last time. I had wanted to stay but Matthan had been against it. Even with many in high places acknowledging the existence of shifters, most still didn't
ELOISE Judas seemed to become smaller in my eyes. My bones cracked and twisted. I expected pain. True undiluted pain but there was nothing. Only rage. There was something else too. The shock in his eyes was almost liberating. As if on instinct, I grabbed him by the throat and threw him against the wall. He dropped like a broken toy. The air felt strangely stale around us. I felt different. The air I was taking in didn't feel like fire anymore. The choking had stopped and even though the fire that now engulfed the room singed my body, I was strangely unaffected. My attention wasn't focused on the burning wood that collapsed here and there or the exploding window frames. I had my eyes only on the cowering man."You will never hurt anyone again," I told him. "Tonight will be the last day you terrorize my life and all those innocent people."Judas must have seen an opportunity because the color of his eyes shifted into gold and claws grew from his hands and feet. His skin became grey, cov
ELOISEMy body hurt all over. He had broken something. The sting surging to my brain like a radio signal was a dead giveaway. I also could barely move. I wanted to run. I just couldn't do it. No matter what I did, I couldn't move a single muscle. It felt as if someone had stuck needles into all my muscles with a blunt object and twisted them around until they were stretched tightly and painful beyond description."Let's go back to your mother's room," Judas said, seizing me by the hair and dragging me up the stairs. I cried out in pain but it didn't make him stop. As we ascended the steps, I screamed at him, and tried kicking him but nothing worked. I couldn't fight him because every movement sent pain shooting across my body. "Do not be difficult Eloise. I do not want to hurt you now." He didn't stop until I was back in the room. I obeyed him. I stopped being difficult. Not because he had asked and it definitely wasn't because of the pain that assaulted my body with every movement tha
ELOISE I walked through the streets of Marblefay with nothing but questions in my head. I wondered if Judas would even be there considering I might now have the upper hand with the help of teleportation. I could also be wrong. Maybe Judas wasn't working alone. Maybe he had people on his side who were just as sick as him. A man like him couldn't have survived all by himself, right? When I left Matthan's house, the sun was out. When I reached the house I was born in, the house my father burned to the ground, the sun had become a pretty orange hue, and the birds sang. I could smell flowers blooming in the gardens of the home I grew up at, hear cars passing by on the highway, and feel the wind that brushed against me. This was not how it happened. The house I stood in front of looked exactly the same, though. That renovator kept to her word. The house looked nothing like it should be. It looked beautiful. I stayed outside, wondering if people had already moved in. A quick g****e search to
ELOISELike clockwork, the door unlocked and out of it appeared Matthan. It was a strange thing to admit but seeing him made things a bit easier."Your place or my place?" He asked."No one will be barging your place anytime soon," I replied. At least, that wasn't a lie.True." Matthan took my hand and led me towards the door. I looked back at my room one last time. There was a possibility this was the last time I was going to see it. I had been afraid of telling myself that since I had made the Carter home my home but now that it was happening, I wasn't so scared anymore. I looked forward, trying not to think about what could go wrong. We both walked through the door and I shut it. Now wasn't the time to think. I needed to act. I knew Matt would ask questions. Many I wouldn't want to answer and the last thing I wanted was to recruit him to die along with me so before those questions could leave his pretty mouth, I grabbed him by the shirt and kissed him hard on the lips.He was taken
ELOISEI don't think I was able to cry. The numbness overpowered all my other senses. It was like an out-of-body experience where you could see it all happening but there wasn't much you could do about it. I dreaded what was to come. I dreaded passing by the sign welcome to Ashlake and eventually getting home. By the time we arrived, I could already hear the wails of sirens and the chatters of passersby. No miracle was happening. I looked outside the car window and that was when the numb feeling exploded into something I knew like the back of my hand. Men dressed like paramedics carried a big black bag from the house as they loaded the body inside the ambulance."It's not real," I told myself, and how I wished that were true. What I would have done to let that be my truth."Miss, there is–" I didn't even let the butler finish before I opened the car door and stepped outside."Tell Orla that I am grateful for everything she has done for me." I managed to say while holding my tears. Tha