Even though I was telling the truth, it didn't look like Morax believed me at all. Stone-faced and unimpressed, his stare was borderline glacial. He always looked at me like he thought I was fatuous but it couldn't be further from the truth. My knuckles grew white and my back straightened against his hold. If our noses were brushing before, they may have well have been spooning now. But I'd be damned before I let the Alpha intimidate me. His eyes seemed to search mine, and then he let go abruptly. I barely managed to catch myself with my hands before I teetered backward to the ground. His chin was high and so many emotions crossed his face. He was much more expressive than the Alpha of my clan, in the oddest ways. Like a subtle string of a harp, you could feel everything but at the same time--have no clue what you were experiencing. Only the player knew. So, I didn't know what to think. The other boy was much easier to read. Miqella--I think his name was-- he looked like he'd
"You can't be serious." "Oh but I am, deadly serious at that." I shrieked when Morax dragged me towards the cabin taller than the rest, farthest away from the pack on an overseeing hill. My heels were digging into the dirt now, but it didn't affect the male in front of me. I was squirming like a snake, wriggling to get out of his grip, when he suddenly gave an aggravated groan. Husky and deep, when he yanked my body forward. "Would you rather go back to the cage?" He hissed. I was perfectly aligned with his bobbing adam's apple, and the proximity brought a defiant twitch to my brow. I could feel it under my skin, the intrusive thought I had to suddenly bite it. Something about the Alpha annoyed me fundamentally, like a stir that erupted with bubbles whenever he was too close. I wasn't going to accept his punishment or precaution. Whatever he was calling it. I would go insane. "Yes! That would be MUCH better, thank you." I emphasized my plight with a harsh tug of my wr
Before I knew it, we were there. The loud bang of the door filled the air with palpable anxiety. Heavy and thick with tension as his echoing footsteps seemed to grow to a peal of thunder against the wooden floors of the cabin. I barely had the chance to swallow my nerves when suddenly; his hands were hoisting me up by my waist. My fingers dug into his shoulders and without thinking, I straightened my back. I thought it'd be easier for me to get down and make some distance, but I was wrong. Instead, with his hands still holding me up into the air, I was face to face with Morax. He seemed startled for a second, or maybe it was just my imagination. But I was so close, I heard the way his breath sucked in, and I could see the way his pupils dilated. My blonde hair was cascading all over his shoulders, blending in with his dark locks. In the time it took me to shudder a breath, he placed me solidly on the ground. My feet welcomed the stable footing. "We're here." He stated curtly.
I was warm. Surrounded by the thickest of wool. Or at least that's what it felt like. But that comfort was forgotten as I waded through the empty blackness that encompassed me. Instead, the chill found my bones. There was nothing warm about the area I stepped out in. It was nothing but darkness, even the ground didn't seem to exist. The empty domain was like an abyss. Rippling at the base of my feet like water. I could swear in the hollow air around me, I heard the faintest sound of birds chirping. I peered into the darkness, but I didn't see any other signs of life. "Hello? Is anyone there?" I called out. But a minute or two passed, and no one answered. The faint heartbeats I heard all my life were gone. I couldn't feel Sarah from the bakery or Raqean and his snappy humor from the soldier camp. Hell, even the chill from my father was gone. The solid fear that lived for free inside my nerves, was gone. No matter how hard I searched, I couldn't feel the souls of anyone fr
Staring wasn't my intention, but it felt like I couldn't tear my eyes away. My blood disappeared off his skin, and it felt like my soul was stretching out of my body, reaching for the Alpha in front of me. He was just standing there, his eyes unmoving. Yet for some reason, the air between us felt electric. A static shock that I couldn't see right beneath the surface. If he felt it too, he gave no indication. Shuddering in place, I kept my mouth shut tight. "Are you alright, little wolf?" Morax asked after what felt like ages, and I could only nod dumbly. There was a sense of belonging that surrounded me, and it was hard to remember I was among an alluring acquaintance, not a friend. The new bond felt like a safety blanket that curled directly into my soul. Like I was on one of my old moonlit runs, I felt winded after the devastating loss that just shook me. The pain was still there, but under the new bond, it was muted. Or maybe it was the hope of survivors still being present.
"Missy Robin, I'm so a happy you're alright!" It felt like the minute I was released from Morax's cabin, Timmy had been waiting. His big doe eyes that sparkled like emeralds were well trained on me like a hawk the second my foot passed the threshold. Looking at Timmy now felt different. I could feel his nervous energy resounding faintly in my head, a connection. It only brought me back to the lingering feelings from when Morax smirked at me with my blood on his lips. The intimacy had been unexpected, to say the least. A part of me wanted to forget, to shove away the prickles that budded on my skin at the fresh memory. But it was hard because I had to keep reminding myself today was the day we started over.As allies. I reaffirmed in my mind again. I had a new Alpha... with a clan that grew more complex by the day. If I was supposed to feel calm, I was failing. Air became sucked in between my teeth. I was careful to hide my wave of emotions, clenching my fingers into the sea
Pain blossomed at the base of my spine, and I could feel my lips curling while I grit my teeth. My forearm rested over my forehead, and I squinted into the dust filling the small shop. Birds were chirping outside, but besides that--there was no noise in the room. "Timmy, are you okay?" I called, coughing while I sat upright. It took a few minutes for the dust to clear, but the aftermath shook me when it did. The stool I was sitting on moments before snapped in half, and the leg of the stool splintered off on the other side of the room. I looked around for Timmy's orange and red-haired mop, but it was hard to see over the glowing blue light in the center of the room. "Timmy?" I called louder, palpations raging in my chest. The blood rushed through my ears as it pumped forcefully through my heart. "I-I'm a' okay! I justa' needed a second!" Relief poured over me when I heard his small voice answer. Then there was a clatter of wood, and Timmy was crawling out from under a flipp
"Why the fuck do you smell like my brother, Andrew?" Before I knew it, my lips were pulled back into a vicious snarl. The blackening sky above us was the least of my worries when I stepped toward him. His eyes flicked down to my feet and his face grew impossibly more ashen. My eyes narrowed when his foot slid back."I... I don't have time for this!" Andrew whipped around and I swear the world tilted red. His disturbed expression flickered in slow motion as his leg lifted to retreat. I could hear people screaming. I could smell Andrew's fear.He was going to run away. Before I knew it, I was slamming him to the ground. The dust from the dirt path shot up to sting my eyes, but I didn't let go. My fingers clenched tight around his slender neck. "What the hell are you doin, get off of me!!" Andrew shrieked, his eyes wild.He was thrashing around on the ground. But the scene we were making would have little intervention. It would be too hard for someone to run to his aide when so ma