บททั้งหมดของ Mated to the Night Wolf: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

[SHADE SHADOWS]•|•|• Who else wields magic? Is it only witches?•|•|•A mage Wolf.I study the lines on my open palms, staring at my hands momentarily. My gaze shifts to the pages of the book, picking it up, tracing over Xirrians words, again and again as if they could eat me alive.The dead flower blooms in his hand. My head leans back against the shelf, taking deep breaths in until my heart steadies, and then my eyes lift to the open window watching the rain as the memories flood my mind. Her curse is worse than mine. I feel numb.I do not recollect the first time I found out what I could do. I've always had it. It isn't something that I just figured out. Even after I lost my memories, my power didn't feel abnormal.I thought everyone could do it.Though I don't remember how I discovered I had this power, my memories remind me of the first time AMA did. It was a discovery for her, but for me, although I held no recollection of who I was, or had been, the action was natural an

•|•|•How does one know this is their bonded, AMA? Is it only by scent? Am I therefore doomed to never find love?•|•|•[KAYOS ADREN PRIME]I stare at her as if a ghost. Curled beside me like a dream, the only word fit to describe this vision of her.Quiet as she sleeps, I am struck motionless, simply watching. Immobile at the weight of her presence. Her scent is sweeter than the flowers that the endless grows to calm me, so much so, even they seem to tilt in a feeble attempt to touch the light coils of her hair, despite the non-existent breeze. It knows. The endless knows. She is something altogether different.Hearing her voice was one thing, but seeing her in all her beauty, in these fields of peace is —ethereal. I can not blink for I fear that if I do, I risk losing a second of all that is her. I am breathless at the thought, breathless at the pure desperation in the notion. I have kept away from her for four days, told myself I must see her soon, but in truth, I have been h

•|•|•"To be bonded to another is a gift, Pup. In truth, there is no greater gift for a wolf, and there never will be."•|•|•[SHADE SHADOWS]My hand tightens against the ladder as I lean out to slide a book into the slot. It takes a bit of stretch but it fits. My gaze runs through the spines of the neatly packed books on a now dust-free shelf.Dragging the ladder with me to the next empty shelf, I find the easiest way to pack books is to stack them up like a tower near the ladder for easier packing.I do all this whilst in deep thought.If only I could say I think of ways to escape. If Vale has managed to get the red yarn or find a solution to our Night Wolf problem.These thoughts are what should be on the mind of a slave who is planning an escape but no-I think of none of these things. Instead, I think of words, of stories that aren't mine but are painfully familiar. I think of death, of shadows, of colors painted on a canvas. I think of a pair of wolves, the sadness that has la

•|•|• "But the cure, the cure to my loneliness was hidden in her eyes. All along, she had the key, no- she was the key." •|•|• [KAYOS ADREN PRIME] MY SANCTUARY has always been a place of rest. As if in another realm, I spent countless hours of the day willingly trapped inside, simply reading, or with my eyes closed, wasting the cursed daylight hours in endless thoughts, down deep in the embrace of the endless. Searching for peace. For the deep quiet echoing from the despair that surrounds me. From the fear that claws my cloak by my subjects with every sighting of me. However, since Shades' arrival, it has morphed into something entirely—different. I thought I knew peace. I thought I understood the power of my sanctuary, but no. Her scent folds me in the moment I enter. I'm drawn in ways unmeasurable. My heart a rapid beat inside me from the adrenaline coursing through me. Greenwood. I lock all thoughts of them as I surround myself with the scent that lures me.

•|•|•Now that the creature walks amongst us,and the light fades, let us put our houses in order. For our days are numbered.•|•|•[SHADE SHADOWS]My eyes meet those of Vales. The shock, the curiosity.It echoes in the eyes of all the slaves that surround us. I can not move, not even an inch, my knees are locked together in the arms of the human who refuses to let go. Her sobs are quieter now, but her whimpering is yet to cease.Vales's eyebrows rise in confusion. In turn, I am at a loss for words. I do not understand what is happening.The slaves quiet to the sounds of the weeping girl, staring at the sight before them. I know the questions that cross their minds—they are my own as well—but I do not have the answers.Haven is the first to speak, relieving the tension."Of course she'd identify her own kind," she laughs, her eyes dance in humour, "Wolfless beings flock together," she huffs, "it is a curse of which they share.""Better her than I," Idah mumbles, she pinches her no