He walks out, holding his head up as though he wasn’t scared to death whenever he entered this death zone place they call home. He looks around as they glared back at him—he gulped hard. He felt their hot dagger eating him up, like they could read his mind and they could see how afraid he was. He knew they could hear his heart beating hard and they could use that to take advantage of him. But they dared not to touch him, they dared not to have the thought of eating him for dinner as he’s their hope, their way to save their pack and finally have a better life. Whenever he comes to Lumena pack, he wondered why he decided to help them. Why he was going against the werewolves he badly wanted to have their blessings from. Sometimes, he felt mortified whenever he remembered her. Whenever he remembered her innocent eyes and how she had zero thoughts behind them—how she has no intention of hurting him… maybe. But like they’ve told him, he has to get to them before they destroy him and his f
The sun burst through the window and danced along the room, illuminating everything it touched as if trying to say ‘good day’. She grimaced, trying to avoid the bright sun from bringing her awake but failed. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Blake had his arms around her like his life depended on her or she was going to escape from his hold. She smiled as she brought her fingers to his face and caressed his freckles. He looked so peaceful sleeping while sitting on the hard floor. Her soft fingers, cold woke him up and his eyes slowly fluttered open. He proximately smiled the moment their eyes met. “How did we sleep in here?” He asked, getting to his feet. The last thing he could remember was cuddling up into each other and saying nothing until they unintentionally dozed off. He helped her up and they exited the building. They began walking without even knowing exactly where they were heading. They both weren’t ready to say goodbye. It felt like if they part ways, it w
Four years earlier…“But when you put two and two together, you don’t really have to go anywhere,” she says and pursed her lips. He chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around her waist. He had to bent over to do that as she was short. She looped her arms around his neck and tip-toed to kiss him. He kissed her back, it was soft but urgent. He moved back and observed her face, she was smiling at him. She always smiled no matter how upset she was, no matter how gloomy the day was. He loved that about her—because she never lets a woeful day take over her smile no matter how bad it gets. “When will you be back?” She asked, staring up at him. She was hopeful that he was going to tell her he wasn’t going anywhere. He breathes in and exhaled, thinking of how he’d tell her he won’t be back until midnight. “I will try as much as I can to come home before midnight,” he told her. He saw the disappointment on her face but she still managed to smile and hugged him tighter. “You’re going to miss
It’s day nine or ten or maybe eight… she had lost count. She had lost count of the night Kendrix tried to mate with her or whatever he had in mind that night. She wasn’t sure—but it didn’t seem like he was up to any good. He was never up to good. She rolled over to the other side of the bed. It was also the last time she saw Blake. She knew he had came out looking for her several times but she never shows up. The last time she was out there was when she last saw Blake—the night the mend the bond Kendrix tried to demolish. She heaved a sigh of grief, unsure of what exactly she’s upset about. The only thing she knew was there are so many things to be angry about. Kendrix… her father…Though Kendrix haven’t showed up in her house since the night he came and took her to his pack. But it feels as if he was in her house—in her room. It felt like he was lurking in her closet and scrutinizing her every movement. She hates how he has gotten so much affect on her. How he is now a part of her
She took another bite of her meal, trying to avoid his gaze but it was so intense that she could feel it burning her heart. She hated the new norm between her and her father. They weren’t like this before. They were so close, bonded and loved each other so much. But now that Kendrix was in the picture, those moments were now just memories she doesn’t know whether she’d ever have them again. She heard the clattering of his spoon hitting the plate and she knew he was done eating while she had barely touched her food. Tonight was the first night she was eating together with her family in several days. She always eats in her room or even skip dinner. And now, her father had just reminded her why she needs to keep avoiding them until faith decides to take over. She hears him clear his throat, grabbing her attention. She slowly raises her head up and settle her tired eyes on him. He smiled at her and she felt slightly at ease. She only hopes that whatever he has to say now better be som
Aurora had just opened her eyes for the first time that morning. She squints her eyes intermittently, trying to adjust to the bright light coming from the window. She looked to her other side to see Max sitting by her bed and staring at her. “Good morning,” he said to her, smiling. “I’m still mad at you,” she told him though she was unable to hide her smile. “Really? Because your face says otherwise,” he said jokingly, shooting a brow to the ceiling. She chuckled softly and shook her head. He helped her to freshen up and they ordered breakfast from the hospital canteen. He noticed how she has been on the edge and wanted to say something. He dropped his coffee on the table and set his eyes on her. She took a glimpse at him. “What?” She mumbled, averting her gaze. It was obvious she has something to say but didn’t want to say it. “Spill, Aurora,” he says. She heaves a sigh and rested her back on the pillow. She stared at the ceiling for a long amount of time, he didn’t interrupt
“Kendrix. He’s hurt, Aurora. He has been hurt for the past couple of years. He wants to heal and for the first time, he’s able to trust someone with his heart—he’s able to trust you with his heart. And even if you don’t love him, you’ll make me the happiest and proudest mother if you change your mind and decide to marry him. I’m not saying who your choice isn’t good for you, but you know you father…”“My father would never accept it because his family are still human. Why would they harm me if their son is also a werewolf? I know Blake would never let anyone harm me or my family,” she affirmed. She could see the misery in her mother’s eyes as she cupped the sides of her face. “How did you get so stubborn, Aurora?”“You’re also forcing me…”“I would never force you to do what you don’t want to. I’m only advising you on what’s best for you. And I know how confused you are right now…”“I am not confused; you are just not listening to me. I want to be with Blake,” she cuts in, her voice
She looked at their hands clutched together and raised her head up to look at him. He smiled at her and pecked her lips. “I love it when you do this,” she said and tip toed to kiss him again. “I love it when you do it also,” he replied, looping his arms around her waist. She bites down her lip, the smile never leaving her face. She wrapped her arms around his neck and just stared at him, imagining how life would be after they get married. It felt so serene to daydream about that, especially now that her father has finally agreed to the idea of being with him. Her fantasy was finally going to come true and she was finally going to have a happy ending. She ran her fingers through his curly, black hair. She could get used to doing that every night—caressing his hair and attacking his face with kisses before they sleep or whatever they decide to do in bed every night. “How’s your ankle?” He asked. She rolled her eyes as she chuckled. “It’s been a month now, Blake. I feel better than be