(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)I sigh for the nth time from where I sits on the couch of the livingroom, my mom sitting across me, browsing through her phone while stealing glances at me anytime a sigh leaves me and once again, I exhales a enervate and fagged sigh and that does for it for her as she slams her phone down on the space beside her and shoots me a glare. “Can you stop it, I'm trying to concentrate here! If you are so fucking bored, go race or something. Don't you have exams, go study. Don't distract me!” She snarls and I roll my eyes.I wish I could go racing or something but I can't. The stadium is being renovated and the guys are with their jobs, I can't be a nuisance and then, I haven't seen Damien in a week—I freaking miss him and I've had enough studying, Ahvi is probably with Vance so that leaves me here, feeling bored out of my mind. I suppress a grunt of anguish.Just then, Dad comes down the stairs in a suit. Instantly, a switch goes on in my head and I reach him as soo
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)You know there's a saying—if you want something to happen, you make it happen yourself and that's what I had in mind as I amble out of the elevator to the top floor of Damien's company building two days later. I beam as I stroll towards his office, waving at his secretary behind her desk who looks like she wants to say something but thinks otherwise and shuts her mouth; she better.God! I miss Damien! I can feel my skin crawl with each passing day without seeing him or getting his kisses. It's like I live for those kisses and I'm here to get some.Getting to the door, I find it slightly open but it's the voice coming from the other side that makes me pause and listen.“When are you going to settle down? It's high time someone else bare your name and share your burdens,” It's a woman's voice and her words make me scowl. Why does everyone want him to settle down so badly? “You don't have much time you know,” she continued, making me listen closely.“Miss Raven, I
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)I sit on the sofa while Damien's so-called fiance made herself comfortable on the couch in front of me, her legs crossed and arms spread like she owned the place.Nothing has been said since she introduced herself; talking will only get me irked, so I decided to keep my thoughts to myself and just wait for Damien who is probably on his way home.“Damien can afford something much more luxurious than this,” she tsks, then shakes her head as she scans the living room with her eyes. “But it's going to be fine now that I'm here, I'm going to change everything to my liking, we can get a house instead, the kids can't play around here you know, I'm planning on having more than five, sex with Damien is going to be great,” she throws her head back as if in ecstasy.She wishes! The audacity of this old bitch!I keep the thoughts to myself and time ticks by.Twenty torturous minutes passed, Damein is finally pushing his way in through the door. I get up but she's faster as
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)“So, what are you planning to do after graduation?” Ahvi leans forward with her forearms on the table of the coffee shop we are in.I shrug, taking a sip of my ice Americano. “I don't know yet but I'm going to keep racing till I'm 27, then find a job and settles down at 30 or 35,”Ahvi sports a thoughtful look. “Won't Damein be forty six or fifty one by then?” she says, then laughs at her untold joke.“Haha, very funny but I don't care if he's sixty by the time I'm ready to tie the knot. I'll still going to marry him,”“You are so whipped, aren't you?”“Just like you are for Vance's dick,” I retort and a blush instantly occupied her face. She clears her throat and sits properly. “I have something to tell you.” Her face has gone from playful to serious. “Werewolves exist, does that mean other creatures like witches also exist?”Where is that question coming from? I take a quick look at the coffee shop to find everyone minding their business. “Likely,” I shrug.
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)I saunter into Damein's company building and head straight for the elevator while ignoring the inquisitive glances I earned from the staff, probably wondering what relationship I have with their boss.I climb onto the elevator, a little excited as I hold up a lunch bag to my face and grin extensively while waiting patiently till the elevator stops at the top floor and I amble out.I wave at the secretary behind the desk and go straight for the office door, give a little knock then make my way in. Fortunately he's alone, sitting behind his vast table, attired in his signature suit as always and glasses at the bridge of his nose. He looked charming.He lifts his head from his work to look at me. “Raven,” he calls, taking off his glasses and placing them on the table.“Hi,” I beam, taking long strides to reach his table and place the lunch bag down. I playfully wriggle my brows at him. “Guess what?” “You have a knack for showing up unannounced, Miss Raven,” his e
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)Today sucks and I happen to have a flat tire. I stand beside my bike sporting a moue on my face while dressed in my racing suit, watching as Trent changes my tire.“Why does the air taste so bitter today?” I enunciate out of the blue. That's how debilitated I am. “Probably air pollution.” Trent replies with a shrug. “Really, how bored are you, tasting the air now are we?” He chortles and shakes his head in amusement.“I'm so bored I can shove a stick up your ass and won't feel shit,” again, out of the blue. Everything feels so wrong today. There has to be something in the air.“Does your boyfriend know you like asses? What, aren't getting any action?” I hurl him a glare. I've never gotten any action, nothing new except the fact that I have a boyfriend now and he doesn't want to touch me. Doesn't his dick work? I get turned on anytime I see him.Trent takes a peep at me and cackles. “I'm right, you aren't getting any action. You should see the look on your fac
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)I wake up feeling like I've been hit by a truck. I groan, bringing a hand to my head that's pounding like crazy and sits up on a bed.What happened? I think to myself, looking around the room till my gaze lands on a man in a dark blue suit, sitting on a hand chair beside the glass windows, staring out and while sipping on a cup of coffee. Instantly, everything comes crashing back.The wolves. The kids turning into wolves and Scar getting hurt before everything fades. Shit! I've been kidnapped! I straighten on the bed, looking at the unknown man who still hasn't looked at me cautiously. “Who are you and what do you want from me?” If he wanted me dead, he would have during my unconscious state.“I believe you already know,” comes his thick, raspy voice and when he finally turns his face, I'm stricken with a pair of green eyes.Shit. Leonardo Velasquez. It's like staring at another vision of Damein and Vance.I gulp when a smirk curves at the corner of his lips an
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)It has been hours since Damien brought me to his penthouse. I lost track of the time as I sat on the bed, my back resting against the wall, my knees folded to my chest, and my arms wrapped around them.Everything seems to happen so fast that I can’t keep up. So many questions swirl around in my head until it feels like there is a dark pall over it as if it is about to rain, and I have no idea where to begin. I’m not usually struck by what happens around me or astounded to this extent, but this has taken me completely by surprise.“Have some water.”I nearly shrink and snap out of my thoughts to find Damien standing at the edge of the bed with a glass of water. I didn't even know when he came in.He sighs when I don't bother to move a muscle. He moves to the single cushions beside the bed and sits down, placing the glass of water on the table. Calmly, he leans back and crosses one leg over the other. "Instead of keeping them struck up in your head, you can ask."