CYRUS’ POV“Don't you think this is a bit much?”I glanced at Baekalis from where I was seated on the driver's seat. I simply shrugged in response, not in the mood to talk as I carefully drove out where we parked the car and onto the main road. We had to walk a bit before we got here though, considering the fact that none of the pack members’ vehicles were parked anywhere close. ‘For safety’ my father had told me anytime I had asked, and it wasn't like I had the strength to argue back then so I had simply gone with it. Immediately after Baekalis had agreed to eat dinner out with me, I had disappeared for a while so I could make reservations and clean up my car as quickly as I could. Well…not like I cleaned it myself anyway — I had workers to do that for me. I had also opened the car door for her so she could slide in the passenger seat while I drove, after greeting her with a bouquet of flowers of course — red roses, only because I didn't know what her favourite flower was. Yet, an
STEPHEN'S POV“Fuck!” I watched with amusement as Baekalis fell to the ground, her hands coming up to cradle her rapidly bruising knee, practically on the verge of tears. “Language, Baek,” I chided jokingly, holding back a laugh. Baekalis simply scoffed, raising her hand and flipping me off as my resolve crumbled and I burst out laughing. She scowled at me as she summoned strength to get to her feet, immediately lunging after me and tackling me to the ground as she wrapped her hands around my neck. She straddled both my legs, getting comfortable as she continued to attempt to cause me pain. Of course, if I wanted to, I could easily throw her off me, given I was the more mature and stronger wolf between the two of us, but we both knew I would rather die than ever do that. Instead, I rolled us around, eager to get the upper hand so it wouldn't seem like I was losing so pathetically. Baekalis seemingly didn't like that very much, as she instead rolled us back around. I could imagine
BAEKALIS’ POV“Are you okay?” I hummed absent mindedly, my feet flicking up water from where they were buried somewhat deeply in the lake. After dinner at El Dorado, Cyrus and I came back to the forest where the pack house was, but neither of us were exactly ready to return yet. So, instead, we came here to the lake where we both talked to each other for the first time. I really missed this place, and I did not like coming here by myself so I was really glad when Cyrus asked if we could stay here for a bit before we continued home.I hadn't wasted any time before taking off my shoes, settling in the grass beside the lake as I let my feet soak in the water. Cyrus had scolded me though, and made me get up so he could place the blanket he found in the back of the car on the grass so I could sit on that instead. I supposed it was too late for me to swim for a bit, and Cyrus was here so I couldn't strip naked or something. “I'm okay,” I finally said, leaning back to both my hands rest
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
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
CYRUS’ POVI woke up the next morning feeling hot. The sleeveless shirt I wore was sticking to my skin in all the wrong ways. My legs felt heavy and my head hurt. There was a tightening feeling in my chest and it felt oddly familiar. Everywhere was dark, and it was only when I tried to blink my eyes did I realise that they were still closed. It took way more energy than normal to open them, the irritating feeling of both my eyes’ upper and lower eyelids sticking together ever so prominent. Finally, I was able to peel my eyes open, allowing unwanted light to seep into my sight. I felt some shuffling beside me, a soft breath fanning against the side of my face and then the back of someone's hand against my forehead, seemingly feeling my temperature. “What the-” I heard a voice mutter in disbelief, their hand withdrawing as they shook my shoulders lightly. “Cyrus? Jesus, I think you have a fever.”Realisation dawned on me, and suddenly the reason for the heavy feeling in my legs bec
BAEKALIS’ POVSeeing Cyrus in the state he was in scared me. He was always so authoritative and assertive, but now he was shaking, although something told me he was struggling to restrain himself for my sake. I wasn't made of glass; I didn't need him to try to protect me from everything. I knew what a rut was. I spent more than half of my time when I first came here in the library; it'd be hypocritical of me to say I didn't know — of course I stumbled across a fair share of books that talked about wolves and their weirdly interesting biology. Admittedly, coming to terms with my feelings for Cyrus wasn't that hard. Coming to terms with the physical attraction I held for him, however, was much harder than I would have thought. I was sure that he assumed all those little blushes and stuttering I did anytime he even did something slightly provocative or flirty was just because I was shy or something. The thing is that I wasn't shy per say. It was that anytime I peeked a glance at him
CYRUS’ POV“It's okay. I know you'll stop if I tell you to. I'm not made of glass, Cyrus. I'll be fine.”When Baekalis had said those words to me last night, something in me snapped. She'd said it straight to my face: I'm not made of glass. If those weren't the balls a Luna should have, then I don't know what were. She was perfect in every way, and she took me so well last night. And her scent. Dear god, her scent. I wish I could materialise it and turn it into some kind of pill so I could grind it and sniff it like a deranged junkie would do to fine and fancy cocaine. Only to sneeze it out, because in reality, I actually haven't done drugs before, and I was an amateur, just to sniff it back into my system. I could die happy if I was surrounded by that scent. When she'd told me it was her first time, I could almost swear that something ruptured in my chest because my heart stopped beating and I almost died on the spot. I couldn't believe that she willingly gave me the trust — the h