Semua Bab My dreams, his reality (#1): Bab 91 - Bab 100

~ Harper’s POV ~It has been two days since the attack and these two days have been a living hell for me. Seven more gravely wounded pack members succumbed to their injuries in these last few days, which totaled the death count to 40. I had no idea if there would be more because many of the wounded were still teetering on the edge and fighting for life.40 lives were taken and I had to supervise the organization of 40 funerals. Trust me, it isn't fun!There has always been a set of protocols for a mass funeral in the packs. All the members don't get buried; all the dead don't get treated the same way. Like they were different while they were alive, they are treated differently when they are dead.The infants below the age of one year are completely burnt on a funeral pyre. This is done to make them be one with nature again. Fire easily disintegrates their small bodies and the elements are quickly mixed with the environment, mixed in the cycle of nature.All the wolves ranging from yea

I had broken up with Harper. It sounded so simple. The words themselves sounded so simple but only I knew how much weight they carried and how I felt the realization of the fact breaking my heart. I lay on my bed, sobbing as my shoulders shook. It was so damn hard to believe that everything was over just like that. All the struggle that we had been through to come together, all the chances I had taken with myself to decide to love him, it had all come to nothing. Nothing but pain and heartbreak. It was depressing and gut-wrenching to know that we were done, that I was done with him. I had heard and read so many times that love was never enough and that love doesn't always conquer anything and everything but this was probably the first time I was coming in turns with the sayings.It would have been easier if I could just make my feelings for Harper go away. Like maybe a snap of fingers or something. It would be so much easier than to be a heap of crying mess on my bed. I didn't know

~ Harper’s POV ~ She just hung on me. I couldn't believe she just did that. After months of no contact, she had the balls to give me a call, not let me say anything, and then hang up on me.I was sitting on the uncomfortable plastic chair in the waiting room of the hospital, reeling from different emotions, the majority of them being disbelief, anger, and hurt.My wolf was restless, he had heard the voice of his mate but it wasn't enough for him. He wanted Zara in his arms eight now. He wanted to see her and bet with her. I, on the other hand, was so damn angry with her that I had no idea what I would do if she were to walk in the room right now. She was hurt and insecure, I get that. But that didn't give her or anyone else any right to play with my emotions. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I needed to remind myself that Zara was not here right now and letting her into my head and control my emotions would be a terrible thing. I would deal with her when o would face her. I

"You're going to show me your wolf?" I asked again, surprised by his words. Where did he get this idea from? I have known Ethan for more than three months and I haven't seen his wolf. I have found myself wondering what he would look like in his raw, animal form but I never had the guts to outright ask him about it. It was a weird conversation starter. How do you ask someone to show you their wolf anyway?Honestly, I never actually felt that level of security in my and Ethan's relationship, which could give me the confidence to ask him about it. Funny, how he brought the matter on his own, without any hint or nudging from my side."Yeah. Why? You don't want to?" Ethan joked, knowing fully well that I was jumping with curiosity and excitement at the prospect of his wolf.It has been a little over six months since I came to know about the existence of werewolves. Back home, I had seen so many pack members shift in their wolves and I had even ridden on two of them but nothing could take a

I was falling and floating at the same time. I huffed mentally, knowing what was about to come my way now. I was going to meet the goddess and I had no choice about it. After our last visit, when she told me about what was happening back home, I hadn't heard from her for a few days and I had breathed a sigh of relief. I couldn't understand why she had to come and give me information in installments. I mean she could simply tell me whatever there was to know and we could both go our merry ways. I could go back to my complicated life and she could go back to whatever it was that the gods did to pass their eternity.It never failed to amaze me how soft the grass felt under my body in this heavenly world. It was almost poetic. I wondered what would happen if I chose not to meet the goddess on the cliff but instead roam around the enchanted forest. I was curious about the secrets this heavenly place held and I would also escape from meeting with the goddess. Killing two birds with one st