Ivailo held the sides of the counter tightly in his hands. He pressed his palm against the surface as hard as he could to steady himself. The air in the kitchen swirled with a scent that he couldn't stand. It prickled his nerves and made every cell in his body quiver. His mind wasn't calm, hasn't been calm from the moment she showed up at his door with this look on her face that couldn't be described with anything better but fear, masked but unfiltered fear. He could smell it on her, taste it on his tongue like it was nicotine within minutes.
His wolf had tracked in his head for a second, sniffing as if he breathed in delectable prey before reality slapped him in the face.
It had gripped him harder than he would like to admit. Ivailo had forgotten about the deal that darn crazy she-wolf made with the human government, about integration, as if that made any goddamn sense. He was too busy chasing diapers
The steering wheel under her hands felt rough and wet. She knew it was just the sweat being produced from her hands by the heat of the forest filtering through the car windows. In spite of that obvious natural reason, she was convinced it was the notion of death that was causing her wet perspiration. Every second she spent in that bastard's presence always made her like this, weak when she was anything but.Ollie had spent the next 3 hours talking to Lilac, even visiting her room which was...eccentric to say the least. Ollie really had no other word to describe Werewolves butedgy.It was nothing like what a teenager's room should have looked like but yet once again, Ollie had been stunned into silence. Lilac had been nonchalant while introducing her to th
Standing in front of a white beautiful designed door in the middle of the woods wasn't how Ollie thought she would start a Monday in her mundane life. It wasn't that bizarre of a thing even if she thought she would never see such a day. In fact,Ollie didn't even know what she wanted in her life. Someone was in control of that wheel and it wasn't her. She was also never good at starting something new. Her palms always got clammy and her chest always felt like a drum that was going to beat out of its socket. She really should have prepped herself more for this because, Werewolves. An unexpected addition she never thought would ever land in her sorry excuse of a reality. Ollie wanted to turn around and walk back to the bus or h
Ollie should have been offended. She wasn't considered weak, well, amonghumansbut her mouth refused to move. Her lips were trembling and she slammed her eyes shut when he pushed his nose onto her cheek and smelled. She didn't know what he was doing.She didn't want to know what he was doing.She was just praying in her frightened heart that he wasn't contemplating cooking her for stew tonight. After what felt like a millennium, she felt the hand leave her chin and suddenly the pressure that was heavy in the atmosphere lifted. Air filtered into her lungs and she found herself sucking it in rapidly through her mouth. She moved her trembling hands to her chest. "They could have at least sent one who didn't look so frail," Ollie shifted her eyes t
The kids weren't awake even an hour after she arrived. She had been seated on the small couch next to the wall and waited,alone. Ivailo didn't give her so much of a glance when he left her there to her own devices and went upstairs. She was grateful that he left her alone though. His presence was too much to handle. She hadn't gotten used to such pressure yet. His authoritative demeanour didn't sit right with her. It made her skin crawl and she couldn't help closing up in front of him. He made her feel restless, like a secretary at the mercy of her boss's tyranny. Ollie would never get used to it.She didn't want to get used to it.She had started looking over the files for some minutes now, to distract and remind herself of the children's names. She scanned them for the hundredth time. "Edil, Lilac and Nile Bridge," She muttered underneath her breath as she skipped through each individual slowly. The boys were twins and the girl was the oldest of the
The squeaking of the stairs from above sliced Lilac's and Ollie's conversation in half. The atmosphere in the room tensed seizing Ollie's thoughts with it.Just his presence made her feel like a fish out of water.Her nerves had started to settle around Lilac but now that wasshotthe moment he stepped into the room. There was no explanation for the way her body reacted to his presence, maybe,it was how he looked at herlike she was prey, like he could circle her knowing she could run with all her might but still wouldn't be able to escape, like a rabbit caught in a wolf trap. His shining yellow eyes reflected her thoughts. Ivailo stared down from his position while holding two children in each of his arms. They looked asleep and like small cream puffs on his large chest. A drastic contrast to the animalistic hostility rolling off him in waves. One h
Ollie didn't even know why she wanted to know what he thought of her. This must have been affecting her brain more than she thought. She wasn't one to think of her looks as inferior or anything someone would have on their mind but Ivailostared at her like she was a rare object.It was the scrutiny in his gaze that irked her and she didn't like it.She didn't like it one bit. It crawled under her skin like ants. She couldn't help moving her eyes away in discomfort. Why did he have to make this so awkward?"The humans shot his mother with silver poison. It's a bullet you savages developed, to subdue us," He answered. His eyes left her to move to the sleeping child next to his thigh. She could see the grievance in his expression with how tight his eyebrows were drawn. Ollie's mouth went dry at the statement.Tha
Ollie couldn't stay a second longer. Boiling anger was running through her veins like hot lava. She knew if she stood in this suffocating place for one more minute, she would overstep her boundaries and slap this feral bastard across his face, then she would see who was an actual animal. She knew he wouldn't hesitate to tear her to pieces then. She grabbed her bag and marched out the door without even looking back, to hell with all of this. She held back her tears by sheer will. She didn't even care about her job, frankly, it wasn't her job anymore. Werewolves were too unpredictable, too overwhelming and her nerves wouldn't survive this. A heart attack would kill her befo
The car rattled down the lonesome road. A grave tale she didn't want to face anytime soon. Her fingers on the steering were straining so much, her knuckles were turning white. All the piled up anger in her was just being suppressed under her skin. She wanted to turn around right now, march back up to that house and give Ivailo a piece of her fist. She just wanted to shove his word back down his throat and eradicate it from her mind but did she even have the balls to punch a werewolf? Wasn't she running like a cattle about to be butchered because she was afraid of even offending such a fearsome entity? The man exuded danger and murder like he has dipped his hands in blood before. His touch still lingered on her skin and she wanted to reach home as fast as possible and scrub every part of her until not even a scent was left. and fuck, Elizabeth Harewil still wasn't answering her fucking phone. Her car hit a bump and she jolted in her seat. Her body was