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STEPHEN'S POVAfter spending the night wallowing in self pity, I had to get up in the morning to the presence of the sun I wish would kill itself, and the resounding sound of people shouting from downstairs. It took the grace of the moon goddess only that I was able to force my body out of bed, only to trip on the rug on my bedside and land on the floor face first — but of course, not before my forehead took the liberty of hitting itself against the edge of my bedside drawer. Defeatedly, I laid on the floor, my face buried into the decked wood before I turned my head to a more comfortable position, my cheek squished against the cold floor as I stared blankly at under my bed. God, today was already off to a bad start. And there was a feeling in my chest that it was going to get much worse. Hopefully though, what ever would happen would only affect me and not Baekalis or any member of the pack. I squinted my eyes in the dark, letting out a noise that somehow resembled that of a sur
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BAEKALIS’ POVYou'd think I learnt anything from narrowly escaping being kidnapped by Nightshade. But, guess what? I didn't; I was still an idiot. I had let myself be led blindly by the — should I say crazy? — seemingly crazy lady. Most of the pack members had hardly spared us glances when we passed. I wasn't sure I could make any sort of small talk with this lady, and the further away she dragged me from the pack house, the more I was scared for my safety. Cyrus didn't seem bothered by her taking me, but everyone has moments in their lives when they're wrong. Finally, she stopped in front of a tree that had odd carvings on it. Was she using me for some sort of satanic sacrifice?“Sit,” Natalia — if I was remembering correctly anyway — ordered, her gaze sceptical and hard. I folded my arms across my chest, narrowing my eyes. “No.”“No?” she questioned, looking taken aback. “What do you mean ‘no’? Do you know who you're talking to?” “No..? But you're weird and it's making me unc
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CYRUS’ POV I sighed heavily, my knuckles throbbing and the dull ache on the side of my face seemed to increase more. I twirled the silver ring on my index finger around, the feeling of the design of the ring causing the movement on the outside to be less smoother than it was supposed to. It was a ring my father had given me when he handed down the title of Alpha to me, and he claimed it'd been passed down in our pack for generations. It wasn't too fancy though, made of pure silver with the pack symbols crested over it, and the motto crested on the inside. I was on Baekalis’ bed, my whole body sprawled on the mattress in a star fish kind of position and my head resting comfortably against the pillows. I had closed all the windows and curtains, turning off the lights as well as I was in one of my moods. It wasn't a mood I prided myself in being in, simply because I was usually quiet and unapproachable when I got like this. I didn't want to be like this in front of Baekalis, much less
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BAEKALIS’ POVI rested my hands on my knees, somewhat bent over as I panted, struggling to catch my breath. My legs were trembling, and I managed to walk a few more steps so I could rest against a tree instead. My back slid down the tree bark, my ass landing on the grass as I spread my legs on the ground, exhaustion weighing me down. Closing my eyes, I tried my best to pay attention. I could barely hear the footsteps of Natalia's wolf, so it was safe to assume that she was still further away, giving me more time to rest. I reached for the zipper of my cropped hoodie, rolling it down, a part of the lace bra I was wearing underneath peeking through, as I used my hand to fan my self — not like it was doing much really — very much desperate to feel some sort of relief on my heated skin. The sun wasn't helping either, and neither were the trees surprisingly, as it seemed they were burning holes through the leaves just to attack me in all their glory. My head was starting to hurt, and I
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