ATHENA'S POV.The memory that flashed in my head was a very faint one. It also had with it, a familiar smell. The smell of home-baked bread. I remembered the barley field. I just couldn't remember me or anyone playing in it. Yes, the memory of the barley field was faint, but it brought with it, a kind of strong nostalgic feeling.The day I faintly remembered was probably lost in the countless days, and years that had zoomed past. Lost in a time I couldn't reach, nor go back to, lost in my sea of memories. I had too many hurtful memories and they had buried the happy ones. I got out of the car afterwards, and Tristan was standing in front of the barley field with his hands in his pockets. Wind blew his hair gently, and the way he closed his eyes made me know he was reminiscing a thousand memories. Too sad only him could remember them."There was a day you fell, and bled so hard. You weren't healing and we began to worry, not knowing you had been the one rubbing it impatiently. Not
ATHENA'S POV.Kiss?My eyes fell to his lips, and I swallowed. "You want a kiss? That's your wish?" I asked, with a smile. For some reason, I didn't know why my heart felt tickly. Was it because I was about to kiss him?"Alright." I added, trying to conceal my expression, which was changing due to the restless heart-fluttering thoughts rushing through my mind. He looked at me with an amused smile, like he knew exactly what was going on and I smiled. It felt so weird to kiss him just like that, even though we were newlyweds. Anyways, I stood on tiptoes, raising my lips to his, with my heart beating drums and sticks. I held his arms for support and planted a kiss on his lips, and he smiled. "What?" I asked, standing properly once more."Nothing. Did your heart always beat this loud?" He asked, and my eyes widened, making him go crazy with laughter."That's not my heart! It's yours!" I shouted, pushing the blame back on him and he laughed. "Really? It's my heart? But the steady so
TRISTAN'S POV.Who knew that playing a game meant for children would be fun and a little romantic?I had wondered if I'd be able to play hide and seek in the filthy, abandoned house, but it felt even more fun. I was going to deliberately scare Athena and delay in finding her, so she was going to come out first, and I woule be able to ask for a longer kiss. I smiled to myself, with my hands dug deep in my pockets."One." I counted, and smiled again. Her heart had been beating loud without control in the barley field. Was she already liking me? That fast? Well, it was probably because she was more sure of what she wanted after regaining her sight. "Two." I counted, slowly. Then I began to look around. Alpha Ghosts, my foot. The story had probably been to scare us from going into the ruined, old and dusty house. Everything in the living room was still intact and I doubted a fight between three Alphas could happen, and the house would still have a place as intact as that. The women mu
ATHENA'S POV.The brown substance finally became clear to me. I knew what it is.Just immediately after I had called his name, Tristan burst in like he had been at my door, and I screamed, startled. I had not heard him coming. There were a couple more rooms before the one I entered. Didn't he check them?"What's wrong?" He asked, looking ready to fight. I ran to him, and held his hand before looking back at the bed. On it was blood. Dried blood. A really large amount of it, spreading in a disfigured circle on the bed. It had turned brown over the course of time. Even if three Alpha wolves had not died in the house like the story said, someone had died in that room. There was no way such a large amount of blood came from an injury or any other source. I could finally explain the destroyed state of the room. The person had fought, but had been taken to the bed, probably after they were too weak, and maybe the person who had slashed the doll madly, had done the same to the human the
ATHENA'S POV.I placed my hand in Tristan's, as we walked away from the house. Hiding there had not been a pleasant experience, but I was glad Tristan and I had gotten memories from it.Memories we could keep. Memories of being at a crime scene.I almost laughed at my own ridiculous thoughts. What pleasant memories could have been formed at a crime scene? I was terrified just by waiting in that room.There was its disorganized state, the things falling, with me having no recollection of touching them; the ripped up doll, the woman in the mirror that seemed more like I had imagined it the more I thought about it, and the blood on the bed…Everything about the room screamed murder. Tristan and I didn't walk much before getting to the beach, and there was the sunset in front of us.“Wow! It's beautiful!” I exclaimed softly. I had never paid attention to the sunset when I had my eyes. Even if I had, those moments were all lost in the sea of young memories. Instead, I had heard of people
ATHENA'S POV.My heart went all ticklish when I placed my lips on his. They were soft, and enticing. My heart skidded into fast beats, and the butterflies appeared out of nowhere, roaming around in my tummy. Tristan kissed me in return, and we shared a deep, and passionate kiss with the smooth breeze.Why did I go to all that trouble of hoping for love? When my love was right here. Falling for Tristan was effortless, and it gave a feeling as sweet as honey.I liked 'liking Tristan'. He was fun, attractive, cool, kind and observant. He was fast becoming the major reason for my smile.When we broke the kiss, a blush crept onto my face, as I smiled; I looked away because I felt a little shy and embarrassed.“I wonder where a blind girl learned to kiss.” He teased, looking at the water with his hands in his pockets, and I laughed.“Maybe her emotions taught her.” I replied, in a low voice, going to stand next to him, but looking away. “Oh really? What emotions?” He asked, turning to m
TRISTAN'S POV.It seemed like everything stopped moving immediately Matilda informed us of Gary's death. I couldn't believe it. Gary? Dead? There was no way I would believe Gary was dead. I had seen Gary the previous day, and he was healthy and jumping. How could Gary be dead?Gary was one of the men I considered as my grandfather. He was one of the oldest elders in the pack and was happily married to Dorothy—a quiet, calm and sweet woman.Gary had been like a father to both my father and Athena's father, and he had doted on me. When I got into trouble, he always stood up for me, and when I had problems, I always talked to him, before anyone else.When my father died, Gary comforted me. I had acted strong in the presence of everyone, but I had cried with him for so many nights. Gary, who was always laughing, and always had a joke or a story to tell. I had grown to take care of his every need, even though he didn't ask for much. He was always bothering me.“Tristan. When will you hav
LORRIE'S POV.I was in my room, staring at the new nails I had fixed, and ripping them off with a little knife. How dare they fix nails that didn't suit me?For a whole month, I had been in a sour mood. Everything altogether had been disappointing. My wedding, my long-awaited and desired wedding, had been shifted to another date, right when I thought nothing could stop me and Ragas from getting married. It was only two days more, yet I wasn't given the chance to enjoy it. I had gotten my wedding dress, had tried on almost every ring in every ring shop; I had gotten a complete rack of shoes… everything had been prepared. Only for Ragas to have an important business meeting with clients who he called once-in-a-lifetime clients. My father, who I had thought would take my side, was even thrilled to have such an opportunity come into Ragas' hands.Of course, they knew best, and understood how significant the meeting was, but I would rather not understand. I had thrown a tantrum, but my