Delaney
Seven Years Later An officer knocks on the metal bars with his bat and I look up from the book I'm reading. "Time to go," he simply tells me. "Where?" I ask. He doesn't answer me; he just unlocks the door. The metallic sound of it opening fills my ears. I put my book down and he shakes his head. "Bring everything you own with you," he informs me. "We've received a court order for your release." My eyes widen and for a moment, I lose the ability to breathe. This can't be. I'm being released? Today? "Hurry up, Waters," the officer grumbles. "I don't have all day." I gather my things in my arms quickly before deciding to use my pillowcase as a makeshift bag. I don't have much; just books, deodorant that I traded for a book, a pack of cigarettes that I've started smoking in here, and a lighter. There's also the piece of paper that Paola left for me on the day she was released, which was a month ago. It's states her address and a phone number I can reach her with. We became very close in here, and I can say that she's my best friend. She's the only friend I've ever had, and when she was released, I was happy for her but a part of me ached. I thought I had three more years to go. This is all new and unexpected to me. For some reason, I can't seem to process this the way I should. I'm too shocked. I follow the officer through the prison, my heart slamming against the base of my throat. My mouth is very dry all of a sudden, both with nerves and fear. Doors are unlocked for me to pass through, and with each step, I start to feel like a new woman. I'm not the person I was when I was first locked up. I've grown older, maybe wiser. I've changed a lot. But the world hasn't, and that's my biggest problem with it. I reach a room where a female officer asks me to accompany her. The one who escorted me here stays behind. We head into a locker room and she hands me my old stuff, which is basically my school uniform and some of the things I had in my pockets. It's all junk and I won't be needing them. I tell her this and she shakes her head. "There's something else," she says. "A special package arrived for you right with the documents concerning your release." Out of the locker, she removes a large brown envelope. She hands it to me and says, "I'll leave you alone for three minutes tops. Then, I'll come and escort you out of the premises." "Can I make a phone call?" I ask her. "I didn't prepare for this at all. I need to call someone to pick me up." She nods and leaves the room. I sit on one of the wooden benches lining the wall and stare at my belongings. The clear plastic bag is on my lap. Tears fill my eyes at the sight of it. I remove my uniform from the bag and stare at the skirt and the white shirt. I smell them and can't detect the smell of the cheap pineapple shower gel I used to wear. Right on the edge of the skirt, I see a brownish stain that I can only associate with blood. I never realized that I got Trevor's blood on my skirt until now. I shove it back in the bag and decide to check the contents of the envelope. For some reason, my hands are clammy. I don't remember feeling this nervous in a very long time. For the most part, my days have been boring and uneventful, especially after Paola left. I find a few things inside the envelope that are shocking, to say the least. This day has been so insane and out-of-character for me that I'm not even sure if it's real anymore. Maybe I'm dreaming. There's a folded up letter that's been typed. It has no address and it isn't signed. It simply says: 'Within this envelope, you'll find your new identity. From now on, you're no longer Delaney Waters but Antonella Gambini. There's more than enough money for you to travel out of the country and start a new life elsewhere. If you don't leave, you'll be killed.' The money the letter is referring to is in a separate envelope. There are two ten thousand dollar bundles. Yes, this would be enough for me to travel somewhere else and start a new life, as suggested. But I still haven't been able to move forward from the threat. I'll be killed? Why? By whom? I served my time, and the worst part is that I was punished for a crime I never even committed. How is it that I can't live life on my own terms? Who sent these things? A rough knock on the door interrupts my train of thought and makes my heart skip a beat. I shove the letter, the money envelope, and my new identification documents inside the brown paper bag and stand just as the door opens. The female officer tells me, "You have one call." I nod and follow her to a reception-like area. I pull out the paper Paola gave me and dial the number, hoping and praying that she'll pick up. Someone else does. A man. "Who's this?" I clear my throat. "I'm looking for Paola? I'm a friend of hers." "Friend? Friend from where?" I hesitate to say the word, but then it slips out of me. "Prison." I hear some background noise but it's muffled. Then, a breathless and very familiar voice says to me, "Delaney? Is that you?" I start tearing up. "Yeah. I'm out." "What?" "I'm out," I repeat before sniffling. "I need a ride, that's why I called. I'm out, Paola." She gasps and sounds genuinely shocked. "How!?" "I don't know," I reveal, which is the truth. I have no idea why I was released earlier. If I had to guess, I'd say that it's because of my good behavior. I graduated while in prison. I've never gotten into fights and I've always tried my best. "Shit, okay," she says. "I'm on my way. I'll be there in like...forty-five minutes? That's the best I can do. We're pretty far away from that shithole." "Okay. That's perfectly fine. I'll wait." "We'll talk more when I get there," she promises before hanging up. After the phone call, the officer takes me outside. When she opens the heavy metal doors to let me out in the courtyard, I almost cry. Almost. We keep walking until we reach the high gates. There are watchtowers on either side of it, and the security guards all look at me as I walk past. They’re silent. When the gates open, the officer turns around to look at me. Her hands remain at her hips. “Good luck out there, Waters.” “Thanks,” I say in a low voice. It cracks right at the end. I step outside and this overwhelming sense of freedom hits me from out of nowhere. I keep walking down the lonely parking lot, unsure of where I’m going. For a moment, this paranoia hits me. I feel like I’ll never leave this place alive. Maybe this is all a setup. Maybe I’m meant to die. But nothing happens. I just keep walking, my head feeling like it’s stuffed with cotton candy. I’m free. After seven years, I’m finally free. I start to cry. Life is completely unpredictable because when I woke up today, I never thought that I would be set free. It’s such a powerful feeling. Freedom. I won’t be obliged to head into my cell at the end of the day and endure lights out. I’ve always hated the dark. I won’t have to eat the same bland food and take a shower without any privacy. I’m free. I’m out. I sit down on the sidewalk while clutching everything I own to my chest. I wait for Paola. I know she’ll come. The waiting time is long, but she’ll come. I trust her to show up more than I do my own mother. It never even crossed my mind to give her a call. Seven years and she never visited me once. No one did. An old Ford model pulls into the parking lot, and sitting in the passenger’s seat is Paola. I stand up and she practically leaps out of the car with a squeal. She’s wearing a black leather jacket and tights, and her heels are clicking against the sidewalk. “Delaney!” she exclaims. We crash into each other and embrace for the longest time. That’s when my tears start to fall. She holds me as I cry, feeling so many things at once. “It’s okay,” she says soothingly. “I cried, too. It’s okay.” Only, it’s not okay, and I’m afraid of things never being okay. I pull back and peer into her face. She smiles back at me and says, “You’re free, baby. As free as a bird.” “I don’t even know what to do,” I admit. “I feel so lost.” “You’ll come back with us,” she says. “Once you’re in a safe place, you’ll know what to do. Come on. Let’s go.” We walk toward the car and I see the driver standing with his back against the vehicle, a cigarette dangling between his lips. I realize that his face is familiar to me, and when I search my memory, I recognize him as the man I saw outside the courtroom on the day I was imprisoned. “Delaney, meet my brother, Pollux,” Paola introduces.DelaneyThe sight of Paola's brother leaves me light-headed, mostly because she told me so much about him over the years and I never knew that I'd already seen him before. The man standing before me gives me a once-over. Paola has cut her hair short and has gotten rid of all the black dye on her hair, and honestly, I think the color suits her more. Her hair is now the same dirty blonde as his, making them look very alike. Only, the big difference between them is that although Paola can be explosive at times, she has this soft look to her. Her eyes are big and kind. Her brother, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. His eyes are full of curiosity and disdain as he sizes me up while a sly smile curls at the edges his plump lips. When they land on mine after his assessment, I have the feeling that he's making fun of me in his head. I wonder if he recognizes me, too. The day of the trial was such a long time ago. "This is the friend you made in prison?" Pollux asks. His voice
Delaney"What do you think?" Paola asks in my ear. "Pretty cool, huh?"I have no words for the scene in front of me. When we were walking through the tunnel to get here, I had no idea what to expect. I certainly didn't know that we would be walking into a whole city built under the one I grew up in. No wonder they call it the Underworld. "How did we manage all this?" I ask her as we walk through a narrow passageway. Most of the streets are narrow, and it's just dirt beneath our feet. Still, I'm impressed by the gothic feel of the place and how, for some reason, I've never heard about a place like this. I didn't even know such a thing could be possible. Some of the buildings we come across have been carved into the bedrock itself. It's not like they transported bricks down here. I'm surprised our city hasn't collapsed yet. I just can't believe this place is real. "It's been in the works for centuries," she informs me. "Many people helped bring this place to life, you know? It's ju
AlecI’m sitting on the edge of my bed and a million things are running through my mind because today was quite an eventful day for me, and a few hours ago, I received the confirmation that it all worked out in my favor. I glance at Carla, who’s lying on her side fast asleep, and slowly get out of bed before walking toward the window of our bedroom. The moon is merely a crescent, but I’m drawn to her already. In a few days, the Full Moon Hunt will begin. For once, I actually feel excited about it, and that’s because this year, I’ve let go of the weight that’s been burdening me for close to seven years. My father’s death earlier this year has made me Alpha, and with that, came a heap of responsibilities. Leading the pack is more troublesome than I thought, and it’s incredibly difficult to make a decision because it has to be approved by the board of Alphas that rule our city. Carla moans in her sleep, and I tense up and turn my head to look at her. Thankfully, she doesn’t wake up.
DelaneyMy work shift is pretty easy, apart from one thing. I’ve forgotten how to socialize with people. If I had to be completely honest, I’d say that I never really learned how to deal with people. In school, I didn’t have any friends. Everyone was too busy calling me Cursey Waters to get to know me, even the other Omegas. The years I spent in isolation made things worse, so I feel awkward around big crowds, and for some reason, I’m afraid that someone will recognize me and spread tales about me. I serve my last table the beer they ordered and then return to the bar. Paola is busy with the cashier, and she glances at me covertly before asking, “Are you okay?”“Yeah, just a little overwhelmed,” I admit. “You seem on edge,” she notes. “It’s weird being around people again, right?”“I guess so.”The door of the cavern swings open and Francesca and Pollux both walk in. They’re standing very close, and she presses a kiss to the side of his neck before making her way back to the bar.
DelaneyThe very next day, we wake up early and head down to the bar, even though it only opens later tonight. It's strange to wake up in a dark place. There's no way of having access to sunlight here, so torches light the place as well as lightbulbs. Now that I'm used to the thought of being free, it's easier for me to take in the details of the place, and honestly, I'm amazed at how all of this was put together. I want to know more about the place. When did our kind start building it? Who was behind it all? How is it possible that a place like this with so many people slid beneath the radar of the very people who want us oppressed?There's so much more to this story that I want to know. Francesca is already there, even though all the chairs are on top of the tables. She seems to be mixing fruits in a blender. When she sees us both, she smiles and says, "You're early.""Yeah," Paola says before sitting on one of the high stools near the bar. I do the same. "Your brother was here
AlecI feel a hand on my arm, and that's what wakes me up. I turn to the side and see a very blurry Carla staring back at me. Her brow is furrowed, and if I had to guess, I'd say she looks concerned. "What's going on?""There's someone at the door," she claims. "A meeting will be held today among the Alphas. They want you to join them in an hour."I tense a little but try not to let it show. "Did they tell you what the meeting would be about?""No," she claims. "But this rarely happens, right? The next meeting was meant to be in a week's time. Why this all of a sudden?"I get up and start getting ready for the meeting. Deep in my gut, I know exactly who this meeting's being held. I didn't think that they would find out so soon, though. Carla remains in the room as I'm getting ready. She seems to be watching me intently, for some reason. Again, I don't know when she became so paranoid. Being Luna changed her completely. I try not to make eye contact with her, and by the time I'm don
DelaneyOnly, the meal doesn't end as peacefully as I thought it would. We finish eating and Paola orders something they call Coal, which is a mass of gooey chocolate mixed with biscuit crumbs and nuts that’s absolutely delicious. It’s the best dessert I’ve ever had in my entire life, and I eat most of the bowl by myself and ignore the dirty look that Pollux gives me. I find that it’s easier when I act like he doesn’t exist. I didn’t have a problem with him before, but now I do. Does he think that he’s the only one who’s capable of being prejudiced against strangers? I don’t know him and yet, I have a terrible impression of him already. What kind of person judges another so harshly without knowing them? How can he assume that I’m a cold-blooded killer when his sister and I were in the can for very similar reasons?Only, she actually killed the man who was going to kill Pollux, and I never hurt anyone. My crime was being Omega and cursed. But I don’t want to talk about that anymor
DelaneyI still don't understand anything that's going on, because after Pollux says that, we sit still for a very long time and Connor serves the men the same thing we ate. I wish I had a way of communicating with Paola. I want to ask her so many questions. What's going to happen? Why did the others leave while we stayed behind? It’s frustrating that I have no ways of obtaining answers. I’ll have to wait and see. The air around us is crackling with tension. I find it a little hard for me to breathe. I wait expectantly to see what will happen, and honestly, I’m not looking forward to it at all. I’m not left wondering for too long after this thought crosses my mind, because the signal happens to be a sharp whistle, and everyone gets to work. The two men—who up until the whistle had been occupying a table close to the door—stand up and lock it. The visitors turn to look at them, confused, but they don’t act quickly enough. Connor reappears from the kitchen with a meat cleaver in h
DelaneyIn the morning, there’s an agitation somewhere deep in the settlement that wakes me up right away. I turn on my side, and see Paola staring at me. It seems the same noise has woken her up as well. I ask her, “Do you know what’s happening?”“No,” she says. “What time is it?”Before I can answer her, there’s a sharp knock on our door and Francesca walks in. “I’m sorry ladies. I wouldn’t have come in so quickly if it weren’t an emergency.”I sit up. “What happened?”“They’re saying something ridiculous,” she explains. “Some of the scouts that keep a close eye on the Alphas and everything that goes on in the city have just reported that Tobias Renner has been captured. Your father, Delaney. I mean, can you believe that?”My eyes widen, and my heart drops to the pit of my stomach. “What?”“We’re worried because it might mean that our informants got the wrong information, which means that they’re on to us. That’s bad, and we’re trying to figure out what to do now that we can’t trus
Alec The whole city is looking for the rebels, particularly Tobias Renner and his troublesome red-headed daughter. I couldn’t stop it or say no, not without making myself seem suspicious. I had to agree with it. Either way, I’m in control of everything that happens. Everyone’s looking up to me to take care of this and make this all go away, and this is easier to do when the people who were suspicious of me are now dead. Well, not all of them. Carla is alive still, and she suspects of me even though she hasn’t said a word about it. She hasn’t said anything since she woke up, to her precise, and I don’t know if it’s a head injury or whether she’s choosing to stay mute. As long as she doesn’t say anything, I’m good to go. She hasn’t gotten out of bed either, and the healers don’t know what’s wrong because she refuses to communicate and doesn’t want to leave the house. I check up on her only when I’m sure she’s asleep. One thing I can say is that I’m glad she’s not participating in a
DelaneyI hear Paola say my name. “Delaney?”I turn to look at her over my shoulder, and see her in Cade’s arms. I’m outside, getting some fresh air, and I’m standing right next to a metallic garden table with the polished green paint. He sets her down on one of the matching chairs, and then retreats. It’s almost like he was never here.I sit down beside her, and her eyes follow me the entire time. I stare at her face for a few beats, unsure of what to say. During my rant in there, I’d forgotten that she would be there, listening to everything that I was saying about her brother. I don’t know what came over me. The fact that he would ask me what’s wrong when he let innocent people die just touched a part of me that I didn’t even know existed. I’m angry, and I don’t trust that anger. “My brother…” she begins before trailing off. I give her some time to get her thoughts in order, and she then asks me, “Were those things you said true? Did he really do that?”I wait for a few beats, t
DelaneySince Cade told me what he’d seen and heard, I’ve been in a deep, pensive state. It’s much more than just me thinking too much, though. It’s something else. It’s an overwhelming feeling of guilt that really could kill me. Guilt, helplessness, and regret, all mixed in one. It’s a truly miserable feeling. Because I had to realize way too late that Alec didn’t have anything to do with the attack, even though Carla had been leading the whole thing. He hadn’t known. This explains why I felt so guilty whenever I thought that he had betrayed me. It was because he hadn’t. He’d been innocent. He’d even tried to help the cause, which means that the second explosion had been his doing. And if Pollux had done the right thing and told us, so much could have been avoided. Alex wouldn’t be dead, and neither would Matteo. I’ve been too busy being angry to be able to cry about this. Pollux…he’d betrayed me in the worst possible way. He’d betrayed the whole rebellion in the most horrible w
Alec“Alpha Alec,” one of my Gammas says right as he enters my office. “Here’s the list of the casualties you requested. Also, the newly appointed Alphas have accepted your meeting request for this afternoon.”“Thank you, Jason,” I tell him before taking the envelope from his hand. My whole body hurts still, particularly my back, but I’m starting to heal well. The problem with burns is that they take time to heal, and they tend to leave scars. I’m not too worried, but it is in inconvenience. I’ve stayed home for what feels like an eternity now (even though, in reality, it’s only been a few days), when I should be doing better things. I scan through the page in front of me. Twenty-seven deaths, including security and some of the cleaners who’d been on shift the day of the explosion. All the Alphas gone, except for me. Even my Beta, Carla’s father, died in the explosion. She just doesn’t know because she hasn’t woken up yet. I’m the only one who survived it. This is a mere confirma
Delaney The new location is supposedly safe, and I believe that because it’s in the middle of nowhere. I don’t think anyone could stumble upon us by accident. I look around and all I see is greenery. We must be in the middle of the woods somewhere, which makes sense because we’re living with rogues now, and they have a completely different way of living. The rogues are resourceful, I’ll give them that. There are shelters carved out of the land itself—wooden structures that blend into the thick foliage, and paths so overgrown you’d miss them if you didn’t know where to look. It’s rudimentary compared to the life I’ve known, but it’s safe. Safe. That word doesn’t feel real anymore. Not after the last few days. I’m still in shock concerning the bombing two days ago. Those of us who go into town come back saying that it’s all over the news. The Alphas have died. That’s all that’s being said. Names haven’t been released yet, and my guess is that the packs are trying to keep this
AlecWhen I look up, my vision is completely blurry, and there’s a mess all around me, but that’s not the first thing that I notice. Carla.She’s lying beneath me, and she’s unconscious. There’s also blood near her head, which makes me think that she hit her head way too hard when I collided against her due to the explosion. I roll off her, groaning. I’m filled with a sense of urgency. I have to move. I have to do something. I check the time on my watch, and my eyes widen when I realize that this bomb went off way too early. Twenty minutes too early, to be exact. What the hell happened? Did something happen to the timer? Granted, I don’t know how to truly set up a bomb. I just followed the instructions I thought made more sense. But the timer was right. I’d made sure of it. I don’t know what happened, but there’s not enough time for this. I have to get out of here, and I have to find a way to help Carla. I rise, even though my head is fucking pounding, and then haul Carla up befo
DelaneyMy ears are ringing from the explosion, and the windows of the car have all cracked. My head is a pounding mess, and I’m having a hard time seeing things clearly. Goddess, was the explosion meant to be that way?I look around at the car. Francesca is raising her head too, and I notice that there’s a piece of glass lodged on her hairline. I gasp, and point at it. “Francesca.”She frowns, and then she brings up her hand and feels the glass. Her face is a mask of horror, and she says to me, “By the goddess, don’t look.”I look away, and I imagine she removes the glass because when I look back at her, it’s gone and a bleeding gash is left behind. She presses her sleeve against it, and then stares out of the window. The building is up in flames, and I hate how long it takes me to process everything. Matteo is dead by now, and I’m guessing that so are the Alphas, as he’d planned. There’s no way anyone inside that building survived the explosion. It’s starting to fall apart, and th
Alec I check the time on my watch. It’s 7:45 on the dot, which means that in forty-five minutes, at 8:30, this entire courthouse will go up in flames. Since the bomb has a timer, I don’t have to do a single thing. I’ll just have to show up to the meeting and then excuse myself right before it happens. It’s a good thing that I’m not the head of the meeting. One of the Alphas from our neighboring city will be giving the speech. I’ll be in the background, where nobody will see me. It hasn’t been easy to get the job done, because I had to do it myself. I put all the bombs that we recovered from the rebels under the ground, the same ground where the meeting will be held. The massive office is covered in a blue carpet, so the floor is never seen. All I had to do was remove a few tiles, dig just enough for the bomb to fit into the whole, and then cover it up. I did it last night, and all by myself. It’s incredible how easily one can slip in here when being an Alpha. Nobody questioned it,