[That man's POV] The sun shines brightly in the clear blue sky. The clouds have thinned out from their heavy cover. The air is clean and fresh, as if all of the birds that fly have had a wonderful time flying and eating their fill. They have now come to rest upon the trees and flowers of springtime to take some time for rest. A cool breeze plays with her hair as she walks back to the pack house.The cold gust of wind catches her face, causing a sudden shiver down her spine. She frowns at the feeling of goosebumps appearing on her skin. She is walking in deep thought about Ace Denzell when all of a sudden, a sharp pain shoots through her head, making her groan. She grabs her head in pain, pressing against it slightly. She walks slowly.When she entered the woods, she felt as if the trees surrounded her like a cage. The tall branches were reaching for her face, threatening to tear her apart and take her soul. The sounds of rustling leaves filled the silence around her. Their loud noise
[That man's POV] "You came after so many days! I missed you so much," Ms. Anastasia said while kissing Esen's forehead. "That day, Emily was saying that you had to come. I kept waiting, but you seemed to have forgotten the way to our house.""No, Gran, what are you talking about?" said Esen while hugging her. "Why should I forget the way to your house? As you are Emily's grandmother, you are also my grandmother. I was supposed to ask about your health that day, but Emily told me that you were having dinner with Lowell. She was quite happy about it, so I didn't want to spoil your family's private moment."A few slits appeared on Ms. Anastasia's forehead when she heard the name 'Lowell.' Unknowingly, she touched the thread tied on her left foot, as if to reassure herself that it was still there."Where is Emily?" Esen asked, even though she knew that Emily would not be at home at this time. Ever since she had that dream, she tried to have little or no contact with Emily."Tomorrow is h
[That man's POV] "Don't go to the police station today, will you?" Ms. Anastasia said, holding Emily by her arm and stopping her."Why, Gran?" Emily, who was ready to go to her duty in the morning, stopped at Ms. Anastasia's voice and looked at her with surprise. She had never stopped her before like she did today."I don't know. My heart is very nervous today. Something seems strange," Ms. Anastasia said, keeping her hand on her chest."Why? Is your health okay?" After hearing Ms. Anastasia's words, she was very worried. "Why is your heart nervous?"Before Ms. Anastasia's eyes, the sight of her dream revolved, which she saw last night. "I had a very bad dream about you today," she said while recalling the dream. "I saw that you were covered in blood and there were werewolf marks all over your body, and I couldn't do anything even if I wanted to.""Phew, God! Gran, you scared me," Emily said with a smile. "When you recite the werewolf's name all day, it's pretty obvious that you will
[That man's POV] "You know what tomorrow is?" "Yes, the 19th of May." "I asked what day tomorrow is, not the date." "Look at the calendar. Surely, it would come to Coven House." Ace Denzell was drinking his wine and replying rudely to Rook Theia. She was stunned by his words. "I'm not in the mood for fun right now Denzell," said calmly."Ace Denzell," he said while holding her arm tightly, "you are just a Rook and called me by my name. Have you forgotten your place? You are not my wife yet. You understand." He let go of her arm with a jerk."Ace Denzell, we are getting married tomorrow," Rook Theia said in a low voice, as if she was about to cry. But he didn't answer her and quietly started sipping his wine."At first, you were not like that. You..."Ace Denzel replied bitterly, interrupting her. "I don't want to marry you, and I never wanted to.""If you didn't want to get married, then why did you do that to me? Why did you take me in your arms that day?" Rook, Theia tried to remin
[That man's POV] "You make me feel this," she whispered. "How do you do that?" Emily asked Lowell as her hands came up to hold his face while he kissed her again. This time, she didn't stop him. She melted into him, feeling his breath on her neck as they broke apart, panting softly for breathless moments.The kiss had been so long and hard; the taste of each other still lingered on their tongues, though the heat of the moment had faded. He was just too damn good at kissing her, even after all the years of dating. His fingers trailed down the side of her jaw, tracing it before trailing down her neck and chest, to rest on her heart.She looked so beautiful, and her eyes were the kind of green that reminded him of the sea on a clear day. The green was such a stark contrast to her pale skin, though he couldn't help but think she looked more like the sun than the moon when she smiled. He pressed a kiss there before kissing her again. When she opened her eyes, she was shining with exciteme
[That man's POV] After Lowell left, Ms. Anastasia sat and cried by Emily's body for a while. Her crying face looked like a ghost in the white light of the room. She was in her nightgown, hair wild, and clothes rumpled from the crying fit that had followed his abrupt departure. The tears she had shed only minutes ago felt fresh on her cheeks. She had been through so much already – loss, death, pain… all for nothing.Why now? What good had come of it all after twenty years of trying to build a life where she could be happy with her and where her granddaughter would never know the pain she was experiencing now?The tears came again, as if some invisible force were squeezing her heart and making her lungs burn. Her whole body shook from the effort of keeping them down, but there was no escaping the pain. She then got up and took out the cake from the fridge. "Look at these red mooncakes, you liked them a lot. Today, I have brought a special one for you. Happy birthday, Emily, my darling.
[That man's POV] That evening, she came out of Emily's house alone, with a storm of thoughts in her mind. She did not know when she reached Nagosia forest. The same trees, the same wind, and the same moon were in the sky. Nothing had changed here except for the weather.The air smelled fresh, the rain washed clean by the gentle wind. She walked past it as if it were a dream and kept walking until she was close to the water. She could see the reflection of the moon on the surface of the water, a little island where no one dared to tread for fear of drowning.She sat on the ground and leaned against the trunk, looking at the moon reflected on the ripples. The water smelled good, and she took off her shoes. She put one foot in the water and kept the other on the bank. She felt herself sinking into meditation, reflecting on her emotions and calming her mind.Despite the peace, she did not feel completely at ease. Instead, there was a sense of unease in her stomach that made her uncomfort
[That man's POV] Pawns are decorating the coven house with red curtains and flowers. They're getting ready for a wedding. There will be cake and wine, and they will sing. Everyone will have fun, and everyone will remember this wedding in their memories. However, it is not the kind of fun that people enjoy on a regular basis anymore. They are preparing to celebrate something very special. Something that no one has celebrated in hundreds of years. A celebration that has only come once every millennium in history."Why have they all started working early this morning? The wedding is in the evening," Rook Theia asked, seeing all the pawns working."There is something more important in this coven than your marriage, Theia," said Bishop Eloise. "And why do you make such a noise when you wake up in the morning?""Rook Theia," she said, repeating her name."Your whole life is to be spent reminding others of your name," said Bishop Eloise with a sarcastic laugh."Whatever, bitch. I don't wan