When he entered his penthouse, he took off all of his clothes, except for his boxer. He removed the bandage that was covering his upper body and saw the skin of his wounds healing properly. It looked like it had been healed for a week other than a day. He smirked with how fast he healed as he flexed his arms and rolled his shoulders and felt no ounce of pain despite the long line of wounds that would be healed within the day and it won’t leave any scars at all.
Despite the status of his wounds, he still took some medicine as well as the concoction of wild purple rose to combat the wolfsbane in his system. Although most of it was already washed out for his wolf was already back in being sarcastic, he wanted to remove all the traces of wolfsbane in his system to speed up his healing process. Since the full moon is still far yet he forced his wolf to come out and turn, not to mention the wolfsbane that was poisoning his wolf, hindering his normal quick healing abilities.
“Why aren't you answering my calls?” His words were slurred as he drank too much at the bar. In normal times, he won’t get this drunk but after being shot with five bullets laced in wolfsbane, his body was still healing. He was about ninety percent back to his old self but still, the amount of alcohol that he had to drink because of the two stupid brothers were worth a week amount of alcohol he would normally consume at Luna. When he woke up after his four hours’ sleep, Ehann was waiting for him in his private office with the report of the damage of what happened in the port. But Ehann wasn’t waiting alone. The Rahmonov brothers were with him. They came to the club to submit to his authority. They heard that he was about to make a deal with the Mexican cartel and they don’t want it to happen. They are willing to lick the heels of his boots to make sure that they get the biggest slice of the pie when it comes to the business in the port. After listening to their prepo
“Hurry up with your coffee.” She pushed the coffee that Eon made for her away from her. She needed it away from because she was worried that in her annoyance, she would end up pouring him the coffee, or worse, she would end up pouring it to herself to put out the fire of desires that was lighted in her core with the way Eon looked at her. “Why do you keep on coming here at this hour?” Her brows were so tightly knit that they looked like they merged as one. “I want to see you first before I go to bed.” He replied with a straight face that annoyed the hell out of Lina because her resolve was slowly melting. “You want me to believe that?” She mumbled under her breath. Their exchange of words was getting on her nerves and she noticed that they were like a couple that was fighting. And she doesn’t want that for she will end up assuming things again—only to get disappointed in the end. “Why won’t you believe me?” He asked brazenly, running his foot along her shin.
Eon grunted as he rolled to his side, his arm automatically sought for Lina but his hand ended up in an empty and cold space. His eyes flew open and his wolf yawned inside him. Another strange thing that he has that other werewolves like him do not have, is the ability to let his wolf sleep. He can tell his wolf to sleep or stay awake, like a guard dog. However, whenever he’s with Lina, his darn would fall asleep before him. He’s too comfortable with Lina. A smirk that was about to curl at the corner of his lips, halted. [She’s not here.] “Hmm,” Eon creased his brows. He and his wolf have to talk about his overprotectiveness towards Lina. [Shut up!] He snapped at his wolf and grabbed his phone on the bedside table. “Where’s my girl?” He asked not to let the person on the other line talk, nor did he hear his own protectiveness. “She went for a run.” The man answered, clearing his throat. He wasn’t used to Eon’s tone of voice. He didn’t expect him to be too ter
Lina bent down to tie her shoelaces when he spotted the man that wasn’t even in a running outfit but following her. She scoffed. ‘Eon’s men.’ She straightened her back and stretched her arms above her head, bending her waist left and right before continuing with her pretend jogging. If she’s actually jogging, she would avoid the usual route of joggers, but now, she deliberately went into the same path where there was heavier foot traffic. She jogged leisurely, trying her best not to give in to the urge to look back and check where the man was following her.Her attention was caught by the colorful balloons that flew into the blue sky—the balloon vendor was screaming in rage, she stopped on her track to watch together with the other onlookers. Apparently, someone played a trick on the poor balloon vendor and cut the ties of the balloons from his bike, letting go of hundred balloons up in the sky, never to be seen again. Lina shook her head a
His footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor of the hospital. The white walls and the generic door with small cheap-looking numbers stuck on the wall next to it were ticking in his head. The nurse told them that their patient was in room 543.Travis found out Trent was taken to this hospital. According to the bystanders that they asked in the boulevard, there was a riot because of a prank that went wrong and Trent was one of the casualties. They don’t believe any of it because there is no way that Trent would end up in a hospital for a simple wound.Eon’s face was grim and somber. He was worried about Lina. The homeless man that Frio was fighting with, told them that a beautiful woman gave him the smartwatch so he could sell it. Thus, he had to pay for the damn smartwatch to get it back. He and Frio exchanged glances, thinking how far does Lina know about what he has been doing behind her back. How the hell did she know that the smartwatch has a tracker.
The wind is howling outside and the light inside Lina’s room has been out for a while now. The electricity must have been cut off. She wondered how far they are in the city to lose electricity because of a strong wind.It has been two days since the light bulb in her room was changed—or so she thought. She had no idea of the time since nothing really changed inside her room. The light bulb is always on and she tried to check if she can see outside but failed. There wasn’t any crack where she could take a peek.She was no longer tied in the bed and she took the opportunity to survey her room and that’s when she discovered that the room that she was in wasn't really a room but a container van, hence, the absence of a window and the rattling that she always hears whenever there was a strong wind.She had already stopped trying to talk to someone because no one ever answered her even though the man who brought her food and the water that had
The shadows of the towering trees were dancing on him as he drove fast down the quiet highway to the place that he left many years ago. His left hand was on the steering wheel as his right fumbled on the hidden compartment next to the driver seat for his sunglasses. The wind was hurting his eyes because he had all the windows of his sports car open. He inhaled the fresh air and somehow the worry that had been sitting on his chest was soothed. They still haven’t had any information about Lina. And coming home to ask for his father’s help was an act of desperation. With all the power and money he thought he had already accumulated over the years, they were all useless in face of the situation. His money and his power had done nothing to find Lina. Although his men continued to look for her, they still haven’t got any news. Lina vanished in thin air. He gritted his teeth and his knuckles turned white as his grip tightened on the wheel. He hoped to God that his father wo
Eon let gravity pull him down, watching the trees upside down as he fell off the cliff. When he was halfway down, he let his wolf take over and leap, grabbing a rocky edge, pulling himself up, gracefully and in complete ease. Elyon and the other wolves were already waiting for him. They all had changed into their human form, waiting for him, cheering with awe. “At least, you are in much better condition than your sports car.” Grinning with pride, Elyon welcomes him with a big hug. “Your father would be so happy to hear that you’re home.” “I doubt that,” he whispered under his breath when he opened his arms to accept the brotherly hug that Elyon gave him. “It seemed like the pack had a lot of new faces,” he said as he scanned the men, mostly in their early twenties, standing a few feet behind Elyon. “Silly! These young men were those boys that were crying behind you as you left us.” Eon watched them give him a shy smile as if they were embarrassed abou