I watched Cyrus' face and eyes, trying to see what he was getting at. All I saw was his usual stoic expression. Even his voice was emotionless. Jayce looked at him suspiciously,
"Why would I trust a rogue to fight fair?"
Cyrus' eyes flashing pale blue was the only sign that he was irritated at the implications of the statement,
"If my memory serves me right, official fights between warriors within a pack needs two observers. Also, just to keep it interesting, if either observer sees me cheating in any way, I will leave this territory and never set foot in the borders again. If I do, I'll let you kill me on sight with no resistance."
I tried to keep my emotions in check. Not that I thought for a second that
I was slightly embarrassed that I'd forgotten, but Leo just laughed it off. Rubbing my back, he started to guide us back to the house, "We're shopping today, beautiful."I hummed as we walked through the back doors and headed up the stairs. Once we were in the room, I headed to the bathroom to wipe the blood off my leg. The bite was already healed. Thankfully, it wasn't deep enough to scar. Which is the last thing I need. I heard Leo walking towards me and repositioned my arms to cover my cuts. I turned towards him with a smile and saw that he was handing me the clothes I was wearing before the fight, "Here you go, baby." "Thank you."I took the clothes from his hand, careful not to show the underside of my arm. He walked away after pecking me on the lips. I smiled at his back and closed the door. Quickly getting dressed again, I headed out, tossing the clothes in the hamper. The drive to the mall wasn't exceptionally long. When we arrived, I took my time examining the large struct
Three days. That's how long it's been since my baby slept. It's been five days since the incident with Kyle and his lackeys. That night, as well as the next two, I awoke to Cyrus screaming. Begging incoherently, while tears streamed down his face as he clawed at his body. The third night, after I finally pulled him from his nightmare, I held him for an hour as his mind locked itself into a cycle of anxiety attacks and intense paranoia. That was the last straw, in his eyes, and so began his streak of insomnia. The next night, he simply refused to sleep. He laid in my arms, waiting for me to drift off and wake up again. When I tried to bring it up, he simply brushed it off, saying 'it'll pass'. It didn't stop me from worrying.The change in him from lack of sleep became more noticeable the longer it went on. He was extremely irritable and agitated with any and everyone that wasn't me. His usually emotionless face had turned into a permanent glare that threatened violence at t
***WARNING: This chapter contains mentions of rape, torture, and self-harm. Read at your own discretion.***I woke up in a cold sweat wrapped in Leo's arms and scent. Unfortunately, neither calmed my buzzing mind. I was drowning in memories and flashbacks as tears streamed down my face. I eased out of Leo's hold and got up, barely holding back a sob as another wave of memories drowned my mind. My arms wrapped tightly around my body, I silently shuffled into the bathroom. I couldn't be any more of a burden to Leo than I had been the last few days. As the door closed behind me, I locked it and slid down the wall, letting my tears fall freely while my hand kept my sobs from bouncing off the bathroom walls.Memory after memory assaulted my brain. I felt like I was drowning. Drowning in unwanted touch and violent assaults. Choking on hate-filled glares and spiteful words. I can't take this. I pulled at my hair, trying, and failing, to push the images away to the back of my m
I pulled my baby into my chest. I didn't know what to say. What could I say? A multitude of emotions swirled around my brain as I processed what he'd told me. He'd been through a seemingly endless hell and yet he'd dragged himself through. And he kept all this buried inside of himself. And, after all of this, he was more worried about me and the pack than he was himself. He was so strong. He was a survivor. I held him even closer, as if that was possible,"Baby, you're not going anywhere. I swear, on my life, I will do everything in my power to protect you. You're not alone anymore, so don't force yourself to be. We're gonna put an end to this. Together...and I promise you...I promise you I will kill that bastard in the slowest way possible. He's not gonna get away with what he did to you. I swear."His arms wrapped around my torso and gripped my shirt,"Thank you."His voice was so soft I almost thought I imagined it. I kissed the top of his head and then leane
I lean back in my chair, trying not to strangle the piece of shit who's been glaring at me since I walked in. When I apologized to all of Leo and I's teachers, I didn't expect to get off easy. Detention was to be expected. I'm not stupid. What I didn't expect was to be stuck in here with, of all people, fucking Tyler. Did I mention that during my week-long lead-up to my breakdown, he was a constant thorn in my side? Almost like he was personally hired by the Mother Spirit to be a pain in my ass. He was one of the few people that was able to get me angry enough to want to spill blood. His preferably. Now, I'm stuck in detention for two weeks with this fucker. I inhaled deeply as his eyes continued to bore holes into the side of my face. I clenched and unclenched my fists as his glare slowly wore down my patience. After thirty minutes of this shit, I'd had enough. I took another breath, in a failed attempt to reign in my growing irritation, and turned an icily blank stare towards him,
"Cyrus?"The call had suddenly cut off. There weren't any dead zones in the school as far as I knew. Maybe he'd accidentally hung up. But he would have texted me or called back. He wasn't extremely 'tech-savvy' because he spent most of his time locked away by that Marren bastard, but he'd mastered texting fairly quick. I had a bad feeling. I looked through the rearview at Jax and Fin, "Hey, I'm about to go inside and get Cy."They pulled away from their make-out session and Jax gave me a questioning look, "I thought he was on his way out?" "He was, but the call cut off."Jax shrugged his shoulders, "'Kay and. He's a big, strong boy. He knows how to make it out to the car."I growled softly in irritation, causing Fin to raise an eyebrow with a serious expression, "What's got you riled up?"Though he was asking out of friendship, there was a warning in his tone. I couldn't blame him since I'd just growled at his mate, even if it was nonthreatening, "I've got a bad feeling I can't
Blinding light assaulted my eyes as I forced them open. I jumped up instantly, remembering the fight with Tyler and company. My chest and head protested angrily, causing me to growl from the waves of pain. I hear something fall to the ground and look towards the sound, half expecting to find Tyler or any of my other attackers. Instead, I find an anxious-looking female wolf in a white lab coat. Keeping her in my peripheral, I take in my surroundings. I'm in a nice-sized room with a small, tan, leather love seat and a medium-sized TV mounted to the wall. The bed, I realize I'm on, resembles the ones I've seen in hospitals on TV. There's an IV in my arm going to, what looks, and smells like, a saline bag. My eyes travel towards the constant beeping sound that has been present since my eyes opened. It looks like a heart monitor. "Young Luna? You're in the pack infirmary. Don't move too much, you have a concussion and your bones need to mend."I flicked my eyes back to the brown-haired fe
***WARNING: This chapter contains some offensive language. Read at your own discretion.***Cy and I were in the kitchen. It was Sunday, and though we planned to have a double date with Jax and Fin later today, that wasn't until dinner. At the moment, it was noon. Both of our stomachs had protested while we were wandering through the surrounding woods, which had cut our walk short. I'd placed my baby on the center island, as per usual. Currently, I was struggling to slice tomatoes while Cy watched with an amused smirk on his face, "You know, those rom-coms got it right. Having a man who can cook is a bit of a turn-on."I raised a brow while I made my movements more exaggerated, "Does this turn you on? Are you not entertained, love?"I'd moved on to constructing the sandwich as exaggeratedly as possible while he struggled to hold back a giggle, "Oh, most definitely. It's especially hot when you make the slices crooked before smashing the rest of the tomato." "It's my secret weapon,
***WARNING: This chapter contains some offensive language. Read at your own discretion.***Cy and I were in the kitchen. It was Sunday, and though we planned to have a double date with Jax and Fin later today, that wasn't until dinner. At the moment, it was noon. Both of our stomachs had protested while we were wandering through the surrounding woods, which had cut our walk short. I'd placed my baby on the center island, as per usual. Currently, I was struggling to slice tomatoes while Cy watched with an amused smirk on his face, "You know, those rom-coms got it right. Having a man who can cook is a bit of a turn-on."I raised a brow while I made my movements more exaggerated, "Does this turn you on? Are you not entertained, love?"I'd moved on to constructing the sandwich as exaggeratedly as possible while he struggled to hold back a giggle, "Oh, most definitely. It's especially hot when you make the slices crooked before smashing the rest of the tomato." "It's my secret weapon,
Blinding light assaulted my eyes as I forced them open. I jumped up instantly, remembering the fight with Tyler and company. My chest and head protested angrily, causing me to growl from the waves of pain. I hear something fall to the ground and look towards the sound, half expecting to find Tyler or any of my other attackers. Instead, I find an anxious-looking female wolf in a white lab coat. Keeping her in my peripheral, I take in my surroundings. I'm in a nice-sized room with a small, tan, leather love seat and a medium-sized TV mounted to the wall. The bed, I realize I'm on, resembles the ones I've seen in hospitals on TV. There's an IV in my arm going to, what looks, and smells like, a saline bag. My eyes travel towards the constant beeping sound that has been present since my eyes opened. It looks like a heart monitor. "Young Luna? You're in the pack infirmary. Don't move too much, you have a concussion and your bones need to mend."I flicked my eyes back to the brown-haired fe
"Cyrus?"The call had suddenly cut off. There weren't any dead zones in the school as far as I knew. Maybe he'd accidentally hung up. But he would have texted me or called back. He wasn't extremely 'tech-savvy' because he spent most of his time locked away by that Marren bastard, but he'd mastered texting fairly quick. I had a bad feeling. I looked through the rearview at Jax and Fin, "Hey, I'm about to go inside and get Cy."They pulled away from their make-out session and Jax gave me a questioning look, "I thought he was on his way out?" "He was, but the call cut off."Jax shrugged his shoulders, "'Kay and. He's a big, strong boy. He knows how to make it out to the car."I growled softly in irritation, causing Fin to raise an eyebrow with a serious expression, "What's got you riled up?"Though he was asking out of friendship, there was a warning in his tone. I couldn't blame him since I'd just growled at his mate, even if it was nonthreatening, "I've got a bad feeling I can't
I lean back in my chair, trying not to strangle the piece of shit who's been glaring at me since I walked in. When I apologized to all of Leo and I's teachers, I didn't expect to get off easy. Detention was to be expected. I'm not stupid. What I didn't expect was to be stuck in here with, of all people, fucking Tyler. Did I mention that during my week-long lead-up to my breakdown, he was a constant thorn in my side? Almost like he was personally hired by the Mother Spirit to be a pain in my ass. He was one of the few people that was able to get me angry enough to want to spill blood. His preferably. Now, I'm stuck in detention for two weeks with this fucker. I inhaled deeply as his eyes continued to bore holes into the side of my face. I clenched and unclenched my fists as his glare slowly wore down my patience. After thirty minutes of this shit, I'd had enough. I took another breath, in a failed attempt to reign in my growing irritation, and turned an icily blank stare towards him,
I pulled my baby into my chest. I didn't know what to say. What could I say? A multitude of emotions swirled around my brain as I processed what he'd told me. He'd been through a seemingly endless hell and yet he'd dragged himself through. And he kept all this buried inside of himself. And, after all of this, he was more worried about me and the pack than he was himself. He was so strong. He was a survivor. I held him even closer, as if that was possible,"Baby, you're not going anywhere. I swear, on my life, I will do everything in my power to protect you. You're not alone anymore, so don't force yourself to be. We're gonna put an end to this. Together...and I promise you...I promise you I will kill that bastard in the slowest way possible. He's not gonna get away with what he did to you. I swear."His arms wrapped around my torso and gripped my shirt,"Thank you."His voice was so soft I almost thought I imagined it. I kissed the top of his head and then leane
***WARNING: This chapter contains mentions of rape, torture, and self-harm. Read at your own discretion.***I woke up in a cold sweat wrapped in Leo's arms and scent. Unfortunately, neither calmed my buzzing mind. I was drowning in memories and flashbacks as tears streamed down my face. I eased out of Leo's hold and got up, barely holding back a sob as another wave of memories drowned my mind. My arms wrapped tightly around my body, I silently shuffled into the bathroom. I couldn't be any more of a burden to Leo than I had been the last few days. As the door closed behind me, I locked it and slid down the wall, letting my tears fall freely while my hand kept my sobs from bouncing off the bathroom walls.Memory after memory assaulted my brain. I felt like I was drowning. Drowning in unwanted touch and violent assaults. Choking on hate-filled glares and spiteful words. I can't take this. I pulled at my hair, trying, and failing, to push the images away to the back of my m
Three days. That's how long it's been since my baby slept. It's been five days since the incident with Kyle and his lackeys. That night, as well as the next two, I awoke to Cyrus screaming. Begging incoherently, while tears streamed down his face as he clawed at his body. The third night, after I finally pulled him from his nightmare, I held him for an hour as his mind locked itself into a cycle of anxiety attacks and intense paranoia. That was the last straw, in his eyes, and so began his streak of insomnia. The next night, he simply refused to sleep. He laid in my arms, waiting for me to drift off and wake up again. When I tried to bring it up, he simply brushed it off, saying 'it'll pass'. It didn't stop me from worrying.The change in him from lack of sleep became more noticeable the longer it went on. He was extremely irritable and agitated with any and everyone that wasn't me. His usually emotionless face had turned into a permanent glare that threatened violence at t
I was slightly embarrassed that I'd forgotten, but Leo just laughed it off. Rubbing my back, he started to guide us back to the house, "We're shopping today, beautiful."I hummed as we walked through the back doors and headed up the stairs. Once we were in the room, I headed to the bathroom to wipe the blood off my leg. The bite was already healed. Thankfully, it wasn't deep enough to scar. Which is the last thing I need. I heard Leo walking towards me and repositioned my arms to cover my cuts. I turned towards him with a smile and saw that he was handing me the clothes I was wearing before the fight, "Here you go, baby." "Thank you."I took the clothes from his hand, careful not to show the underside of my arm. He walked away after pecking me on the lips. I smiled at his back and closed the door. Quickly getting dressed again, I headed out, tossing the clothes in the hamper. The drive to the mall wasn't exceptionally long. When we arrived, I took my time examining the large struct
I watched Cyrus' face and eyes, trying to see what he was getting at. All I saw was his usual stoic expression. Even his voice was emotionless. Jayce looked at him suspiciously,"Why would I trust a rogue to fight fair?"Cyrus' eyes flashing pale blue was the only sign that he was irritated at the implications of the statement,"If my memory serves me right, official fights between warriors within a pack needs two observers. Also, just to keep it interesting, if either observer sees me cheating in any way, I will leave this territory and never set foot in the borders again. If I do, I'll let you kill me on sight with no resistance."I tried to keep my emotions in check. Not that I thought for a second that