Damon said he wanted to be alone, but he wasn’t completely honest. If truth be told, he only wanted a moment to think of something. He was sure of what he saw. It was a key dangling from Shahila’s pocket. Not just any key, but it was the key to the potions’ room. He was trying to make sense of it. The key, the poison on his neck, the disappearance of the protective shield, why and how Harper was taken. After ten to fifteen minutes, he connected the dots. There was only one person who could do this. He has no idea why, but she has… and she has to answer that to him soon.Shahila. It was all her. It makes sense to him now. She has the key to the potions room. Of course, none would suspect her to be doing something wrong. Everyone in the camp respects her. That’s how she got the potion to remove the protective shield of the camp. It was how the black wolves of Brayden came here and was able to attack. He wasn’t sure but he guess it was also because of that that Brayden knew he wasn’t i
When Alora didn’t find Harper at the grounds, she went back inside the rooms. She recalled where she was staying and decided to check in there. When she was on the door, she stopped. It was locked. When Alora tried to turn the knob, she realized it was locked. She called her name but Harper didn’t respond.Good enough, the door has a peephole. Alora looked at it. It didn’t give much of what was happening inside but she saw something significant. She saw one that’s helpful. A piece of blanket hanging out from the window. She didn’t need to guess what it was. One look at it and she knew. Harper was trying to escape. Alora ran out of the house and went to the back area of that one specific room. She was hoping to see Harper before she could go farther. And luckily, she did. Alora arrived just in time to see Harper jumped from the last knot on the blanket and stumbled on the wet grassy lawn.“Harper, stop!” – Alora shouted, running towards her. Harper heard it and looked at where th
Harper and Greg went on his way a few minutes after. Harper, having lack of faith on people, sneaked in a small knife at the girdle of her skirt. Trust is such a luxury to repose to someone. especially a total stranger from Brayden’s pack. They were walking side by side, her left hand alerted that in the slightest hint of danger, she would use the knife with no hesitation. “Are you an original black or a convert?” – Harper asked as they arrived at the highway. They have to take a cab to reach the nearby cabin of Gordon, their safekeeper of motorbikes and small cars. It was going to be a long way. A long travel. So Harper thought of utilizing the time for getting to know the man. “An original. My parents were Shayla and Hardin. They perished during the clan wars.”Both parents are dead because of the clan war? Now that’s one valid reason for him to have a grudge against the black wolves. “I’m sorry to hear that.”“Don’t be. It’s fine. They’re not the best people in the world.”Har
Slowly, Harper held the exact location of her concealed knife. She reached it with her hand under her dress and removed its cover. She kept one hand behind her as she stood up. Holding the knife. “I’m done. You can look now.”Despite the bile rising on her throat, Harper tightened her grip on the knife. There’s no one around to help her. So she has to build her own bravery and boldness. This is the only time she has to do it, she told herself. Greg turned and instantly, Harper attacked with her knife, aiming at his face. However, he was swift and dodged when the knife was about to tear off a part of his flesh. There was no shock on the look on his face. Harper guessed he knew it. “Alora already warned me you might do that.” – Greg said, advancing towards herHarper took a step back and held on to her knife like her whole life depends on it. But that part was true. Her whole life depends on her on this very moment. Greg was given the specific instruction to get rid of her on that ca
Damon waited long enough for his recovery. With Shahila being always around to check up on him, he had no choice but to wait until his whole health has recovered before thinking of a plan to find Harper and bring her back. “Are you sure about this? You can be in danger… again.” – Shahila was standing at the foot of the bed, observing as Damon got a backpack and store clothes and supplies therein. The night before, he had already decided to go on a search for her. He brought ten of his men and they’re leaving an hour from now, just when the sun comes up. The men were prepared and was waiting for him outside the common room. “You don’t understand. How many days have I waited? It’s been too long. I’m worried sick of her.”This, to Shahila, was like a pierce through the heart.“You… you really care for her, don’t you?”She knows she wouldn’t like to hear the answer to this question. It’s like she’s laying down the trap for herself… but before she could think, her lips opened to ask. “
When Brayden got the message, the only reaction he did was a smirk. He didn’t think it was on his end to deal with that matter. Just because Shahila’s negligent with her task, it doesn’t mean that he has to jump and rise to the occasion to save her. It wasn’t something that’s part of their agreement. With one press, he deleted the message. He has a different issue to deal on his own. Harper was missing…again. Alora said she saw her escape with a man but she couldn’t tell which one. Brayden had no idea of who it was so he didn’t focus on that part. What he wanted to focus now is how to get her back.. again. “Aren’t you tires of what you’re doing, dear alpha? Each time she disappears, you’re on your tails to find her. Hasn’t it occurred to you that maybe she doesn’t want to be found?”Brayden looked at her sharply.“You seem to forget your place, Alora. I don’t take advices from anyone. I also didn’t ask for it.”Alora nodded, regretting to say that. She thought she was only thinking
Harper was relieved to get a reply from Shahila on the detailed address of the camp. She almost got sad that she dropped her call a little while ago. After taking note of the address mentally, she handed the phone back to the kind student. She deleted the message as well as the call records.“Thank you for your kindness. I owe you one.” – she said and the student placed the phone back to her small duffel bag. “Anytime. So did you have your address?”Harper nodded. She no longer needed her help. She had been traveling to the city half her life. The transportation wasn’t a part of her problem. At the back of her mind, what she’s more concerned about what the thought that someone else may be hunting her while she was running away. Brayden and the black wolves. But in order to avoid that, she should be moving now. “I do. Thank you. I have to go now.”The student gave her a smile and she jogged towards the cab station. A bus would be crowded this time of day and she couldn’t risk to b
One can never really run away from danger. As for Harper, she’s certain that it twins her. She’s sure it’s following her everywhere. She can tell because the kind driver she thought would bring her safely to her destination turned out to be a pervert. There were instances where she caught him looking at her through the rearview mirror, looking specifically at the low rise of her dress. On the V area on her chest. It was because of that that she chose to pull over halfway and transfer into another car. The little ounce of patience in her body starting to grow out. She’s having enough of it all. And all she ever wanted is to belong to a clan. To have a mate. To have a simple life for a werewolf. Was that all hard to ask for?Without her knowledge though, that seemed to be closer than she thinks. As she waits for another car to pass by, Damon was too close. He, with the other two men, were driving as fast as possible while still being alert on the people they come across. “We can