I was stuck in the dream again. This time, I am inside the car. I can't seem to pull myself away. I just get sucked in. Nicole wasn't feeling too good ever since we got into the car. So my mum said we were going to make a stop at a gas station to get some chocolate for Nicole. For some reason, chocolates always helped her."Don't make that face, Callie," she said."What face? I'm not making any face, " I retort"You totally were," Nicole answers. I bare my teeth "I thought you were sick Nikky you're not supposed to be talking," "Yes, well, I'm never too sick to tell on you". I don't reply to her comment. I'm too angry. I think my mum sensed this. She used to say stuff about a mum's intuition never being wrong. To date, she has never been wrong.She reaches over to take my right arm. I clutch the steering wheel with my left hand and release my right hand. My mum turns over my hand, Interlaces our fingers, with mine on top and hers under, she kisses my hand. She stares at me intentl
"Stop fidgeting.""I'm not.""You are.""I am not." Neela leans over to me. "Callie, you look nice, now stop moving, okay?"The line moves, and I move with it. After Neela announced that we were going out to celebrate my birthday, I've pretty much been on auto pilot. Neela picked out my outfit, and then she told me we were going to a party. Honestly, I'm very nervous. I haven't been out in a year now, and I honestly don't know how to behave or act. I take deep breaths, and I become a little bit calmer. I decided to take my therapist's advice, I mean, we are literally at a club, and since we are here to have a good time. That's what I'm going to do.As I'm giving myself a pep talk, I get my hand stamped, and I enter the club. I wait in a dim hallway for Neela, and she enters chuckling. I see her tuck a piece of paper in her side pocket, but I don't ask about it. I rub my hands on my skirt, and Neela catches my movement "Nervous?" She asks me "Yeah, a little," I say, grimacing "H
I stand there dumbstruck. In front of me, Max holds Greg's hand. Max has a very relaxed stance that would have fooled the casual observer, but the tense set of his shoulders and the ticking in his temple suggests otherwise. In that moment, i understood what Stacy and Neela were saying about Max's aura. It was pretty much a sign floating around his head, saying danger. Keep off.Greg's stupid hand is fisted, and I vaguely come to the realisation that the fucker was about to punch me."What is it to you, the lady and I were just having a little fun?" "From the looks of it, the lady doesn't seem to be having fun." Max turns towards me and the intensity in his gaze makes my breath catch."Were you having fun, Calista?" He asks me, his voice deceptively calm, before I can answer him, stupid Greg interrupts."It seems that you guys know each other, so I think I'm going to go back to the club where the party is happening."The more he talks, the more I feel like slapping the living daylight
We walk for a while , side by side, fingers still interlaced. We left the busy part of the street a while back, I think the club is what brings this area to life at night. Otherwise, it's just a few houses and a few restaurants. We make a turn, and i instantly notice a difference. Here, it's quieter, and there are more houses around than businesses. It looks like a housing neighbourhood. I'm convinced Max has an ulterior motive for bringing me out to talk, but I remember that I was the one who actually wanted to talk. I practically pushed him out here. I don't know where we are, but I'm trusting Max to know where we are going and not to do anything nefarious to me. That is probably not a smart move on my part considering I don't know him at all, and I've only seen him a few times , but I am choosing to trust him anyway because he just saved me from stupid Greg. It's not the brightest idea I've had, but I've followed him all the way out here, so right now, it'll have to do.I look
"It was you," He stills, and for a split second, he looks striken, but his expression shifts. "I was still in high school then, and it was in the parking lot, I was running. You were there. You caught me when I was about to fall. ""Sweetheart, I don't know what you're talking about.""You don't?" I ask. He shrugs "I don't." He releases me, and we start walking again.I don't say anything else. I'm too preoccupied with my thoughts. Really, what is up with this? I take a peek at him from the corner of my eye. He looked so familiar, I thought maybe, I might have seen him before. I was so sure before, but now, not so much. I mean, it is possible it isn't him, after all that was a few years ago. I might be mistaken. I don't remember that day well, but I know I remember his eyes. That stranger had the same striking blue eyes as Max.I decide to let the matter go. If he isn't the one, fine. If he is the one but he doesn’t want to talk about it, that's also fine.Max takes a turn, and I
I flush. Mortification fills me. I just let out a gasp like this is the first time I'm seeing someone's arm. An incredibly attractive arm, but an arm nonetheless. Luckily, Max doesn't react. Either he didn't hear, or he just decided to ignore me. Anyone works for me. He walks over to my shoes and picks them up. He walks back to me, but I walk past him to go look in the lake.He watches me silently, but when I attempt to put my hand in the water, he stops me. "Calista, that's not a good idea," he says"Why?" I ask"You're cold," He replies to me matter of factly."Oh yeah, that's right." I sigh with regret but put my hand down. Max helps me to my feet. We walk away from the lake and sit in a patch of grass that I don't recognise. Max grabs my shoes and makes to go help me put it on. But I stop him"I can do that." He raises his head and gives me what I have come to term."The brow" "Fine," I say and roll my eyes. I try very hard not to think about the fact that he is helping me with my
With my phone pressed to my ear. I sneak a glance at Max. His hands are in his pockets, and even though he stands casually, no one with all their senses intact can ever mistake him for casual. I inspected him further. Stacy was spot on in her observation. The man had a dangerous air about him, and it's a testament to my viceral reaction to him that I didn't notice it earlier on. No matter how many times I've seen him, I honestly don't think I'll ever get used to his beauty. When I look at him, I know that God truly has his favourites. His hair, so black it seems to absorb the dark of the night, highlights the blue of his eye, and as for his bone structure,two words, My my. "Callie, you there?" I'd totally forgotten I was still on a call with Neela"Yeah, I'm here." Max takes his phone out, and I guess he gets a call because he walks a few feet away and starts speaking to someone on the phone. As I'm staring at him, I feel a wave of determination descend upon me. Ever since the accid
It's crazy how hope works. One minute, it's there, another minute, it's gone. I was doing really well so far. I had a few moments where I envisioned happiness, but before I could grab it for myself, it was ripped away brutally. After we left the club, Max took me to his car. A car, which I must say, matches the owner to the tee. I am totally unknowledgable about cars, so I don't recognise what make or model it is, but for one thing, the exterior is black, and the interior is pristine and weirdly, but unsurprisingly blue. Right now, the weather is mirroring my mood. What started as a slight drizzle has since turned into a full-on downpour. Neela's head is on my shoulder. Right now, I envy her. She's sleeping without a care in the world. I wish I could do that. I'm brought out of my reverie when a crack of thunder and a flash of lightning illumines the car, bringing Max's face in the rear view mirror into focus. His eyes are on the road, so thankfully, he doesn't see me, but occasion
Calista’s Pov. I look on in amazed wonder. Not quite sure of what is going on but still basking in it all the same. The voices of hundreds of wolves including Tarla washes through me. I never thought that I would consider the sound of howls as beautiful but this, this is something that I cannot properly put into words. It is wonderful. The howls go on for minutes and a little sigh goes through the crowd as the howls come to an end with floating notes. The little wolves trot up to the podium, and I watch as Max leans down and pats them on their little furry heads. The little ones shift and someone presents them with clothes which they promptly change into. After wearing their clothes, Max calls them each by their names and presents them to the pack. Something in my heart melts as I see the open trust on the children's faces as they look from Max to the pack. “He does this every year?” I ask without taking my eyes off the scene in front of me. “Yes, it's usually just two or thre
Max's Pov "Callie, it's time, we need to go, it's dark out already” Tarla says as she storms into the room, breaking the silence. The moment is broken, and Calista tears her gaze from mine. Tarla looks at us in frozen shock. Understanding slowly dawns on her “I'm so sorry for interrupting.” She says contrite. At Tarla's words, Calista practically leaps away from me. Colour blooms high on her cheeks, giving her the appearance of a deer caught in headlights. “Um,” Calista runs her hands over her dress once, twice, unsure of what to say. I let out a small laugh. “You weren't….” She trails off again, clearing her throat once and her eyes dart to mine for a fleeting second. “I have to go now” Gratitude shines in Calista’s eyes. “Yes he does,” Calista adds. I arch a brow at her but she is staring at Tarla guilt written all over her face. I sidle up to her and lean down close to her ear. “Save me a dance” I whisper to her, before walking out of the room. ★☆☆★★☆☆★★
MAX'S POVI walk silently through the corridors of the mansion, my footfalls echoing throughout the entire space. I was supposed to go straight to the bonfire event, but a tug in my chest directed me to Calista instead. Lately, after her Wolf surfaced, I've been getting new feelings, in addition to mine. Sometimes, they come in echoes, and sometimes, the emotions proclaim themselves loudly. Every emotion that she felt, I felt too. The stronger the emotion was, the louder the imprint. I have scoured for days on end, trying to understand this situation, but the knowledge is proving evasive and quite frankly difficult to attain. I let out a rueful chuckle. Like her, everything else in my life related to her is unique and very intriguing.Something changed though, after she vomited earlier. There was a loud silence that filled the space where Calista’s emotions usually were. It was like she shut me off, and for the life of me, I have been trying to figure out if she did it on purpose o
“We are here” Tarla announces. We walk out of the forest into the same clearing I encountered Max earlier. Only, now, in front of the wolf statue, there is a huge arrangement of wood. I stare up at it wondering what it's going to be used for. With my luck, it's probably a Salem-style witch execution. Only, this time, I'm probably going to be the one that ends up getting sacrificed. “A classic burning at the stake” I mumble under my breath. From the amused look Tarla shoots at me, she heard me quite fine. “Where is here exactly?” I ask aloud “Here, is the pack centre” Tarla answers. “Great” I retort, looking around. There are a lot of people milling about, and I notice that there are children among them. The crescent shape of the buildings I realise serves as some sort of guide or reference. The middle of the crescent, where the statue of the wolf is, is tiled with red bricks. There is a distinct line of demarcation between where the red stops, and where the normal brown ground
A knock sounds on my door, waking me up from my sleep. I look around the room, disoriented but awake. Max is nowhere to be seen and I am on his bed.“He put me on the bed” I mumble quietly. A small smile graces my lips at his thoughtfulness. From the light reflecting into the room from the window, I realise it's still light out. “Ugh, this day is long enough” The knock sounds again, more insistent this time.“I'll be right there!” I call out, a little of the irritation I feel colors my voice. I get up and run my hand through my hair in hopes of reducing the awful bed she'd I no doubt have, but I wince upon getting my fingers caught in a tangle. Days of not running a comb through my hair have finally caught up with me, and I'm only grateful that when I first arrived someone put out clothes for me, but no one has had the initiative to repeat the action since then, and I was too preoccupied with my failed escape plan to demand more. I make a mental note to ask for more later.I yank th
From the corner of my eye, I watch Max approach me before he squats in front of me. He hands me a phone that I collect silently. The action brings our skin in contact with each other, and a zip runs through me. From the slight tensing in Max's body, I know he must have felt it too. I snatch the phone from his hands and clear my throat a little too loudly but Max only arches a perfect brow at me. “What?” I ask haughtily but he responds with a small laugh.“Nothing” He retorts, before going back to his position on the bed. “I expected a new phone you know?”“I already sent someone out to get you a new one” “What happened to my old one? were you able to recover it” “No, it was one of the things we went back to check for after we brought you back to the house, but it wasn't there” His words pique my curiosity “We or You?” I inquire carefully, his expression shifts to one of amusement “Me” “Huh” “What is it Calista,” he asks exasperatedly “Nothing at all” For some reason, I am s
For months now, I've been a passive observer in my own life, and if I'm being honest, I was totally and utterly fine with it. But now, it's no longer enough for me to just watch myself live my life like everything is happening to another person. It's time to take charge.I face Max squarely. “First, I going to need a phone. I need to text my Dad and my friend”“Done”“Second, I want to learn everything there is to know about why the rogue wolf came after me”“That was most likely an isolated incident,” he says. I scoff “If that's true, then I'm Jesus” To my surprise he huffs out a laugh. The action is so shocking, that it transforms his entire countenance“She's back” he mumbles, I don't know if he intended for me to hear or not, but I do and I choose to be the bigger person by ignoring the remark.“Look, that wasn't the first time I was attacked okay, on the day of the accident, there was a wolf” I correct myself “I mean, a Werewolf with red eyes. It also looked rabid, so I'm assu
The blackness tinges on the edge of my vision, seducing me, trying to draw me in. I don't fight it, in fact, I welcome it. Numbing myself to the emotion and the pain seems like the solution to all my problems right now. Not the best solution, but right now it's quicker. It's easier than dealing with the mess of my emotions.“We are going to have to talk Calista” Max is speaking to me, but his voice sounds like it's coming from far away. The world splits into two and one starts to seem more like a reflection of the other. My head goes quiet and a loud beep sounds in my ear. It's like my brain giving me a countdown before my body shuts down and loses consciousness. My eyes start flickering and the beep becomes louder, more insistent, I know that I'm going to drop in less than a minute. Max is still speaking, but I can't hear anything he is saying. I subtly angle my body so that when I fall, I fall backwards towards the chair. The beeping stops, and my eyes shut themselves of their ow
“No?” I ask, my face and tone mirroring the incredulity I'm feeling.“No” he repeats his low voice edged with finality and tinged with menace. “Take her back to the main building, and keep her there, I'll be with you shortly” My body locks up. “You wouldn't dare,” I say to him defiance lining my body. Everything goes silent and the small space between us goes taut with tension that could be cut with a butter knife. His blue eyes flash with anger before emotion drains out of it.Somehow I know that the Max standing before me is more dangerous than when he is angry. This Max looks like he could kill me without batting an eyelash. Awareness and fear race through me, but I block it out, refusing to acknowledge it.“Now,” he says, his voice cold and empty. From the corner of my eyes, I notice the way people around flinch at the tone of his voice. I almost pity them. Almost.“Yes, alpha” They incline their head, in a subtle bow and move towards me. I hurriedly back away from them. The s