SIENNASylvester didn't say much during the drive back home, infact he said nothing at all. Tension lingered in the air between us. From the news he just received, to what occurred between us yesterday and I didn't know how best to bring up a conversation just to calm him down, I doubted I was going to be of much help so I opted for silence. There was still a long drive ahead of us. I noticed how tightly he clenched the steering wheel, his knuckles turned a pasty white as he held the steering wheel tightly. Unable to handle the silence between us anymore, I placed a warm hand over his as he drove. “Everything is going to be fine. It might not even be bad as you think it is” I said in an attempt to calm him down and even if he clutched my hand back, something told me that he wasn't just ready to come to terms with the fact that he could hope. “Everything was blown to pieces, sienna. I guess I should be relieved that no one got hurt,” he said and I sighed. “About yesterday night. Do
SIENNAWe treaded carefully against the ashes as we entered the storage room. My heart plummeted in my chest as I looked around, at the ashes, at the splinters of wood. If Sylvester felt this way now. I really wanted to imagine how he would be feeling later. Most of the cylinders that were kept in the storage room were blown to near pieces, we could see the splinter of woods, something in the room had been burnt in crisp ash. Whoever did this was intentional about sabotaging the room beyond recovery. I wondered who would be heartless enough to do this, to make sure we could never fix anything in this room again. Tamara, Benjamin and I remained silent, each of us tense as we watched Sylvester look at the room. An uncomfortable stretch of silence passed between us as he waited for him to react. He remained silent, with a faraway look in his eyes as he stared at the empty room that had been ruined by the fire. “When did this happen?” He finally rasped, his voice cold, empty. “Around
SIENNA“Clara?” My brows furrowed in confusion as I watched her sitting beside my father. Clara and I har never really seen eye to eye since childhood. Even though we've never really admitted it out loud. We were always in a silent competition with each other since childhood. She always had the unhealthy need to do better that me in everything that I did, and I was always under constant pressure to beat her in everything that she did as well, just so I could prove a point to my father.I felt the need to prove to him that I was capable of controlling a pack, of being a strong woman and sometimes I felt it suffocating me to the extent that it was almost impossible to breathe and all I needed was for him to tell me that it was okay to make mistakes and I could put myself back up. He never really did. Although he did always tell me that he was proud of me but that I could always go better and each time I did. Always better than the light. Everything was okay when Clara decided to move
SIENNAI pummelled my fist into the punching bag. Harder and harder. Maybe I was trying to channel all the pent up frustration that I was beginning to feel. It was still hard coming with the terms that Clara was here and she wasn't leaving anytime soon. It was hard that I would have to come with the terms that she was going to be invading my personal space. I pounded my fist harder and harder into the punching bag. I was certain that there was a possibility that it might burst.“Woah. Take it easy. Any moment from now and I'll be convinced that you're about to exploded,” Benjamin said. My head snapped over to his direction as I watched him. He casually stood by the doorway, watching me intently. My chest heaved up and down not so gently as I tried to catch my breath. I was so exhausted from my whole training exercise but eventually, I'd have to keep moving. I couldn't afford to back down now. Besides, I need to do something to release the tension from my body. My thoughts were in r
SIENNAMy heart skipped a beat as I took one quick glance at my phone. I blinked in surprise when I saw who it was from. It's been almost a week since we've stopped communicating. It's been a week that I made a very difficult decision to avoid him even if I wanted to acknowledge that there was some kind of tension between us, some kind of energy. Things hadn’t really been the same between us since we kissed. I badly wanted to talk to him and my wolf pestered me to see him but I fought against the raging instinct to climb into my car and embark on a thirty minute journey just to go see him. It was for the best to avoid him until it was absolutely necessary to come in contact without him again. I closed my eyes, wondering if calling him back was the right option. My heart thudded against my chest loudly as I took one last glance at my phone before I decided to slowly push it away. My wolf yelled all sorts of profanities at me for being stubborn and denying myself of what I really want
SIENNA“You can't possibly be serious.” I stared at Benjamin incredulously. Clara had a smug look on her face as she looked at the both of us. “There's no way that you can possibly suggest that she should follow us.” I glared at him. Benjamin looked conflicted as he remained silent. Maybe It was my glare that made him uncomfortable. If it was, then he should be. How could he suggest that Clara should be involved in whatever we were doing? Why did he think that I wanted to leave the House? I decided not to let my temper get the best of me and I let my eyes flutter close for just a mini second.“Yes. I really want to. I'll get to spend some quality time with my cousin and I'll get to meet new people. Don't you think it's a good idea, Benjamin?” she said as she batted her lashes innocently at him. He looked like he was about to say something but he took one look at my face and decided that it was a better option for him to remain silent. He made the right decision. “Absolutely not!” I
SIENNATension lingered in the car as Benjamin drove. I looked out the window, my fingers clenched together. It was better to fixate my attention on the passing trees than on the liability at the back. That liability, being Clara. For some reason, I couldn't seem to forget what she said. Me being where I was today because of what my father was alpha. If there was anything that I hated or detests, it was someone making fun of my position or telling me that I didn't deserve to be where I was, because of the privilege that I had. I absolutely detested every bit of it, of hearing about the privileged people think that I had. They didn't understand that I wasn't brought up that way, my father didn't grant me that privilege of relaxing because he was in position. I had to work, for every single thing that I had, I had to fight very hard for my position. I know that and people know that so why did I even let what Clara has said bother me? I don't even know why. I tell myself to pretend tha
SIENNA My heart skipped a beat as Sylvester leaned against the doorway. I wondered how he even got to follow me here without me noticing. I tried to think past the panic that was beginning to well up in my chest. I was suddenly conscious about how short my blazer dress was and I watched as his eyes lingered a bit longer on the long stretch of my legs.“What are you doing here?” I asked hen I was finally able to find my voice, my voice was a bit shaky and I hated how weak my voice sounded. “I came looking for you. It's obvious that you've been avoiding me,” he said as he looked at me. I didn't know why my nerves were racing and why it was impossible to breathe.“I'm not avoiding you,” I said, but I regretted it as soon as I said it because I knew pretty well that what I had just said was nothing but a lie. He knew too. “I've just been occupied with work. Meetings. I've not really had the luxury of resting,” I said again but from the look in his eyes. I knew he could tell that I was