Despite the worries, I pushed myself out of the bed. Ava wasn't sleeping next to me. To study in Oxford was her dream. She must be packing. She was sad that I wasn't coming with them.
I took a quick shower and headed out of the room. My feet froze when I saw Mr Morris sitting in the living room and drinking tea.
My mother was sitting on the second single couch, sipping her tea. She always cooked breakfast for us.
"Hello, Mr Morris." I greeted him with a smile.
"Child! The tea is very good. Join us," He lifted the cup and took a long sip, enjoying it.
I sat on the couch but didn't forward my hand to serve myself a cup of tea. I forgot. He was coming to give a ride to my family as he was heading to London too.
Ava walked into the living room. She was carrying her backpack. Her eyes met mine, "We're ready to go," I felt sadness. I was doing this for her bright future. After a couple of years, we would be together. Mom would be fine. Ava would be a doctor. Everything would be perfect. I could hope for this.
I couldn't imagine the goodbye time so soon. Mom and Mr Morris got on their feet. They slid the cups on the wooden table.
"I'll be waiting outside," He said.
I didn't notice but they had already packed their luggage. Ava crushed me into a tight hug. My eyes brimmed with tears. I wasn't going to cry.
I curled her in a engulf, "Take care of mom and yourself. Don't forget me," I chuckled.
She pulled back looking offended, "I won't." Her voice cracked. Tears were running down her cheeks.
I swiped my thumb over them, "You can come with me and help me with my job. Your dream... can wait, " I trailed, mocking.
"No," She hugged me again, "I'll miss you."
"Me too," My throat began to tighten.
Ava pulled back, wiping her cheeks. Mom took me in a tight hug, "Study hard, princess. Message me every day if you can't call. When I want you to come for weekends. You will." She demanded.
I hugged her and smiled at her commanding nature. I would miss it, "Ok, mom." I pulled back and sighed deeply, "Mr Morris will be waiting for you." I said.
They nodded and headed to the door. I paced behind them. Mr Morris held the door open for my mom and sister.
They gave me a quick hug and got in.
"Donovan will be here in the evening. Good luck, child." Mr Morris said.
I nodded, "Thank you, Mr Morris,"
He smiled and climbed into the passenger seat.
I don't need to say or ask him to take care of my sister and mother. They'll be fine.
I waved my hand at the car as the driver pulled away. Ava peeped out of the window. I could see her watery eyes.
Closing my eyes, I took a second to breathe deeply, I couldn't sit calmly. I had to packy things. Mr Wolfe might be here at any time.
I returned to the living room. I slid my phone over the wooden table, put the cups back in the tray and grabbed them. I carried them to the kitchen and placed them in the sink. I washed them immediately. I couldn't afford a caretaker.
I sighed again. I wasn't doubting my decision but it was feeling f***** hard.
I packed my luggage. It was only one suitcase. I didn't waste money on clothes and other luxurious items.
I had received a message from Donovan that he must be reaching at any time.
I was waiting for him for five minutes. I understood I was taking care of his grandchild but shifters, it unsettled me. Was I really going to meet one? Or Mr Donovan Wolfe was testing me for taking care of his grandchild, Sisily.
I growled inwardly. I was excited if it was true and scared too, In case, they'd harm me.
If a seven years older girl can survive to stay with shifters. Why can't I? If I couldn't see myself fit in that world. I'm taking my ass back home.'
"Miss Emma," I startled, jumping on my feet.
Mr Wolfe peered at me, his forehead creased, "I don't mean to scare you," He said in an apologetic tone.
"No. I didn't notice you. I was just..." I trailed, I didn't want to share my thoughts.
He nodded his head, "Are you ready to go?" He asked.
I nodded as there was no option but to accept it. I had already decided. So, no use in wasting time backing up.
It was a road full of debris and dust. I was moving back and forth, left and right as I was sitting on a roller coaster, "Don't they have smooth roads to the academy?" I asked, looking out of the window. The dust had almost blocked the view. He chuckled at the obvious incredulity in my tone, "The road is under repair, child. Sorry for the inconvenience." He said, reminding me of Mr Morris. After landing the plane, It had been more than an hour to us driving. The road wasn't full of debris. Now I didn't expect to see a smooth ride. "That's not your fault. I hope it will end soon." I clenched the handle to stop the fall every time it moved. "Only twenty minutes more," He said. I sighed nodding my head instantly. I was expecting a mansion with a lot of guards from his expensive suit and the payment I was getting for my job. Now, I was wondering. How would he have a
' I don't know what happened to her parents. Why is she staying with her grandpa? I don't want to prey on their life when I know how dangerous they could be. ' I breathed, my throat growing tight. I missed my father. I hadn't admitted and I never would. But I wanted him around us. I wanted to see the same affection in his eyes for me, Ava and mom. Sisily smiled brilliantly, as Donovan asked her to go back to her room. "The headmaster wants to see you," Donovan dropped the bombshell on me. He placed his hands in his pants pockets, took in a deep breath. I blinked at him, "Why?" I forgot that part. I hate it. Headmaster scares me. He turned and looked at me. Suddenly, his eyes seemed too young to me. I averted my gaze away. I was glad that I
I quickened my steps behind him and we entered the building. It didn't take much. Mr Wolfe held open the door for me. A few more steps and we reached the headmaster's office. Mr Wolfe was holding the mahogany door open for me. With a nervous smile, I stepped forward. The headmaster's office was enclosed by bookshelves, in the centre of the room, there was a desk with three chairs. My eyes widened to see a young man, not more than twenty-five years old sitting behind the desk. He was handsome. Academy's people should try Hollywood. He lifted his lashes and looked at us with stormy grey eyes. He smiled, "Donovan," he stood up from behind the desk and extended his hand. Gosh! He is so tall. I could see his broad shoulders, imagining under a black coat. Donovan forwarded his hand and took his h
I woke up the next morning. My stomach was growling. I hurried toward the washroom and took a long shower with warm water. I dressed in a dark green blouse and white trousers. It was the weekend. I was starting my classes and job from tomorrow. I was planning to explore the academy but first breakfast. I grabbed my phone and headed out of the door. I locked the door and halted. When I found all the gazes on me. It was crowded. Were they waiting for me to walk out of the room? Of course, not. Plucking my gaze from the groups of girls and their curious gazes, I headed to the elevator. Two girls blocked my way and eyed me with distaste on their faces. They were wearing bright red short dresses, red lipstick, and red shoes. Red girls! "Freshers can't use it," She said, crossing her arms over her chest. "But I used it yesterday." I didn
I let out an exaggerated sigh as I stared at the map. I couldn't check my books yesterday. I thought about going to the library first. I took out the map and began to find my location on the map. "Here!" I muttered. I was standing in a path enclosed by classrooms. Only a few students were in groups. I had come here before. I could see the headmaster's office at the end of the hallway. All stopped whispering. Their faces were haunted. I followed everyone's gaze. A tall, white blonde girl wearing a tight white long dress was pacing my way, her heels clicking against the floor creating an ominous atmosphere. My stomach swirled. The air changed around me. She was glaring at me. I swallowed hard and felt my heart racing a bit. When she was crossing the distance with her long strides, her pink lips thinned. S
I opened my eyes and blinked many times. For a few seconds, I just stared at the ceiling. 'Where am I?' Then everything began to reinstall in my mind. I looked down at myself. I was in a hospital gown and lying on the hospital bed. Thank goodness! I'm not dead! That beautiful lunatic girl! What's her problem? My hand shot under my collarbones. There was a bandage, "I survived," My voice was loud and full of shock. My throat wasn't hurting. "Hi, how are you feeling now?" A tender voice made my neck swivel. My eyes dilated in fear. I squealed and pushed myself back. Silver's eyebrows drew together, her expression was p
DASTIEN The silence felt awkward. I couldn't lock up uneasiness tight in an airless box. I wanted to cry. My grief remained locked up tight in an airless box. My green eyes were full of fury. My throat threatened to clog. The pain inside my chest deepened when I recalled her in a shredded blouse and her blood covering her creamy skin. I ran in my wolf form, howling up at the cold moon in pure fury when I couldn't hold the pain. The human girl is my mate. I was expecting a strong girl like Alessandro, he got Silver. Anger and aggression took hold on me. Silver did this to her. My Alpha Packmates could feel my anger and fear. Anger that Silver should trust her mate, Ale
I stared at Silver. She was truly a beauty with snow White skin, white-blonde hair, pink thin lips, icy blue eyes. She was looking at me with begging eyes. I snorted and looked away. 'Why does my forgiveness matter to her? She must try to do something else. Like! Kill me. I won't trust her ever.' Laughter filled the air. My attention diverted to them. The handsome boys from the table. I got discharged from the hospital one hour ago. Shock still could be read over my features that I was sleeping for a week. How did the werewolf girl do this? She seemed close to my age but stronger than me, too strong. We sat around the campfire. I had experienced this before. Jasper offered me a beer. Daniel hit him on his biceps, "She's sick, man." He drawled and grabbed the beer from him and took a long swing f