Isla’s P.O.V I dragged my feet to the pack’s graveyard, and my heart raced as I approached my parents' grave, the weight of my grief pressing down upon me like a suffocating blanket. My thoughts grew heavier with each step, tangled in a web of sorrow and longing.The familiar sight of the weathered stones sent a shiver down my spine. I knelt before the graves and dropped the flowers on the ground, my fingers tracing the letters carved into the cold, unforgiving stone, my fingers trembling with emotion."Mum... Dad..." my voice trembled, choked with tears as I struggled to find the words to express the anguish that consumed me. "Mum...Dad…" I whispered, my voice barely more than a broken sob. "I miss you so much." The silence that greeted me was deafening, broken only by the soft rustle of the leaves and the mournful howl of the wind.At that moment, the weight of my loneliness crashed over me like a tidal wave, threatening to pull me under its relentless tide. Amidst the pain I felt
74:Isla's P.O.V"What I have to say," he paused, "…is considered more of a.... confession".“Okay?” "The incident that happened between us," he started. Here we go again. Couldn't my day get any worse? Why would he not just relent? I kept having an unpleasant back-and-forth session with Silvan, and it was killing me. I have utilised every ounce of patience I had left in me and might just beat him to a pulp... that was if he was not like ten times stronger than I am.Silvan's eyes brimmed with anticipation as he poured his heart out to Isla, his words hanging in the air with a sense of urgency. "I did it intentionally. It was not an effect of the full moon or anything. I- I made that up," he fidgeted, completely avoiding eye contact with me.I had been upset earlier by the mere thought of the kiss, but I consoled myself by the fact that he said it was the full moon’s fault. Now, he dared say it was not? I felt my blood boil, my anger rising from ten to a thousand."I liked you, alri
75: Silvan’s POV As Isla disappeared from sight, my heart twisted with bitterness and anger. Emotions bubbled within me like a simmering cauldron. I watched her retreating form with a mixture of longing and resentment. My mind was clouded with obsessive and possessive thoughts fueled by the rejection I had just endured. The audacity of that little girl…rejecting me, not once, not twice, but three times in one day alone. I sneered as I walked home. A dark impulse gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, whispering sinister suggestions into my ear. My wolf seemed to like the ideas. He reasoned that if Isla did not belong to me, then she should belong to no one. Isla's blood would serve a higher purpose; after all, my pack needed her blood to wash away our sins, and she would serve that purpose perfectly.The notion sent a shiver down my spine, but I could not shake the twisted satisfaction that accompanied it. I imagined Isla's blood staining the forest floor, a macabre offering
76:Isla’s POVA wave of exhaustion washed over me, the events of the day weighing heavily on my mind. For a moment, I imagined what it would be like if Dario was all over me like Silvan was. For one, I would probably not even be at the academy anymore. I would go to all his functions with him, I would trail behind him anywhere, happy to just be in his presence. I knew that was the bare minimum. I knew I had no standards whatsoever, but I did not care. Nima made me shameless. Of course, blame the wolf. I chucked at the thought of my wolf rolling her eyes at me. I was exactly like Silvan- a complete simp for Dario. Speaking of Dario, I tiptoed into the building and quietly shut the door behind me, hoping with all my heart that I did not bump into him. I honestly was not ready to face him right now. I just wanted the comfort of my room. “Isla…” someone familiar called behind me, and I turned around, my weariness melting away at the sight of Diane sitting on the couch, her face etched
Isla’s POV With flour dusting our cheeks and sauce smeared on our aprons, Diane and I giggled like schoolgirls as we tossed pizza dough in the air, attempting to recreate the perfect circle.It took a good amount of pleading to get the Italian chef to release the ingredients for the pizza. He had insisted he did not want us messing with his ancestral meal. And seeing his expression from where I stood, I knew we were not getting the circle right and it bugged him. I told Diane who guffawed and made faces at the chef. He tried to force a smile which made us laugh all the more. Our laughter mingled with the smell of melting cheese and sizzling toppings, filling the kitchen with a sense of warmth."Okay, Diane, let us see who can make the best pizza!" I declared, a competitive edge creeping into my voice as I surveyed the array of toppings spread out before us.Diane grinned back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're on, Isla!" she replied, rolling up her sleeves and diving into th
Isla's POV.Sitting on the bare floor in the cemetery my face red and scrunched up as hot torrents of grief coursed down my face“Why did you have to go Dad? Why mom? Now I feel alone, I feel abandoned." I wailed, my voice coming out in cracky shrieks.I saw shadowy silhouettes make their way to me from a distance. The hue of the approaching dawn making it hard to see. In no time, they were in front of me and I was happy. I knew I was. I had wanted to smile, but my lips were stiff and the tears still fell down in torrents. What was happening? I could barely make out my mom's face. I could not be blamed though. She had left me when I barely had memory of anything or anyone. But I remember how she smelt, the faint scent of vanilla that teased my senses was forever etched in my mind. I guess it contributed to my unhealthy addiction to vanilla scented perfumes, candle and anything there is. “You could have stayed longer with me, Mom. I needed you, you know.” My bottom lip quivered as I
Dario’s POV I heard her voice before I saw her.Isla.“Hey boys,” She said to my guards and walked into my study.I pushed away the tray and cleared my throat. The maid rushed in, picked up the kettle and plates, bowed, and walked out. “Dario,” She said in a calm tone. I gave her a stiff nod and looked away. Her eyes followed the maid with the tray and it softened. I observed her look and said, “Have you eaten? I can get her to make something for you,” “I have. I have eaten.” “Good,” I looked down at my files and began to try to work.I read the sentences over and over again but the words refused to stick to my head. All my attention was on her and her movement.She shuffled on her feet. Stared at me. Cleared her throat too but I did not look up. “Dario,” She called. I paused looking through the papers when she continued. “How are you?” The softness in her voice does not only thug at my heart, it also made me realize how much I had missed her. So I do the next best thing.Put
Chapter 80Isla POV “I agree.” He said that and looked back to his files. I flinched, feeling a little hurt but getting the message at the same time.He was waving me off. He was dismissing me.So I let myself out. I stomped down the hallway, back to my room. I tried to keep my emotions to myself but it was hard.One of his guards raised a brow at me as I marched out but I did not bother to look in his direction. I entered my room and slammed the door shut. I threw myself on the bed, grabbed the nearest pillow, and screamed into it.It was annoying.It was frustrating.It made me so angry.I was standing right there and he did not make any effort to look at me. He did not even try to glance at me.“He barely even said anything directly,” My scowl deepened as I remembered all we talked about was Kate. Nothing more and nothing less.I walked to my mirror and stared at myself. I patted my arms and ran my hands down my curves. “Is something wrong with me? Am I that undesirable?” I sho