Oshmin POV As I appear inside my home I catch the subtle, somewhat faded scent of Yildiz and it causes me to lose every shred of my control. One by one I begin demolishing everything in my path. I grab the sofa and rip it in half with my bare hands as a scream of anguish echoes around the room. As my chest heaves, my eyes zero in on the dining table; images of the intimate moment Yildiz and I shared on it invading my mind and tormenting me. It was right there where I told her I loved her. It was right there she surrendered herself to me in a way no one else has, and how did I repay her? Lies and deceit. I storm over to the table and slam my fists down on it causing it to split in two. My anger still not satisfied, I take the two broken halves and hurl them through the glass window. The two broken pieces fly off into the distance never to be seen again as the glass wall that makes up the front of my home shatters into pieces in front of me. How apt. A perfect depiction of my life righ
My feet carry me into the Kartheca, each step feeling like the step from a phantom limb. The only part of my body that feels like it's mine is the unbearable pain in my chest. It’s like a giant weight is pressing down on me and I can’t breathe. Every step is a struggle, and I feel as though I can’t get enough air. Humans can die of a broken heart. Supernatural beings can definitely die of a broken heart. So, I wonder if the same will happen to me. My animai, the one I’m meant for, lied and deceived me for weeks. Made me believe something that wasn’t true. Allowed me to be in harm's way because of a feud that has nothing to do with me, and no matter the suffering it caused me or the fact it almost killed me, the most he was willing to give me was a half-truth. Sure, he told me he was involved in a sexual relationship with a woman who was already involved, and that other person cursed him. He never lied about that. He just omitted a whole hell of a lot. Left out the part that he is a Go
I slowly wake up to the feeling of weightlessness and soft fingers combing through my hair. Nuray’s scent is all around me and I quickly sit up smiling ready to reach out and hug her, but instead of her familiar fulvous aura sitting next to me, I see a bright fuchsia with silver aura and I’m now suddenly aware of the scent of summer rain. My heart instantly sinks. For the smallest moment, I forgot Nuray was gone. For just a moment I thought she was here beside me. “I’m sorry I’m not her,” mother softly says, reaching out and wiping the tears from my cheeks. “Please don’t read my thoughts,” I sniff. “Why are you here?” “You’re my daughter and I know you’ve been through a great deal. I wanted to be here for you,” she says sadly. “Did you fate me to a God or make me for one?” I ask. Hey, gloves are off at this point. Maybe I’ll finally have all the facts.” She leans back against something, “I made you and your sisters to instil peace in a chaotic world we Gods had created. But yes,
“Yildiz?” I hear a familiar voice call in surprise. I turn to see the swirling gold and onyx aura with a dusting of hazel and green that belongs to Empress Mei. Next to her, I see a vaguely familiar aura of dark, chocolate brown with a dusting of dark greyish blue. This aura is quite radiant, not as radiant as Mei’s but still very strong. Based on the scent and brightness of the aura it’s enough to tell me the person beside Mei is an Alpha. I nod politely, “Empress Mei.” “You’re back so soon, did you not resolve what you came to speak to Alpha about?” she asks curiously. I smile sadly, “It is most certainly not resolved.” “Oh! I’m so sorry,” she suddenly squeaks, “Where are my manners? Yildiz, this is Alpha Jasper, Alpha Jasper, this is Yildiz of the Delegation.” Ah, that’s where I recognise his aura. He was one of the guests at Luna Marcus’ Luna ceremony. I hadn’t had a chance to properly meet the current Alpha of Aurum Obscuro, so I guess I can tick that off the list. See? Findin
Four outlined figures stand before me. The outline of two wolves flanked by two nagata. Tyson and Mei on the right and Eric and Qiang on the left. I stand patiently waiting for them to make their move. I don’t have to wait long as Tyson and Eric’s wolves Angel and Amo charge at me, but with perfect speed, I leap and flip over their massive bodies as they try to catch me in their jaws. Just as my feet touch the ground the aura of two giant snake tails are flung in my direction. I jump and spin my body managing to narrowly pass between both tails. Once again as my feet touch the ground, Angel and Amo run at me, but this time Angel coming from the front and Amo coming from behind. I duck down into a split and allow both wolves to collide with one another, resulting in their whines and snarls. Gods how I love training. I roll out of the way, only to see a large tail being swung down at me. I quickly raise my arms and block the attack just as the tail makes contact. I can feel the force t
As I make my way back to the packhouse following specific scents and sounds, two voices catch my attention more than the others.“Why are you doing all this, Jane? Isn’t housework beneath you? Isn’t that what you used to mock the packhouse staff for?” the male voice spits in disgust.“I was wrong, I know that I was wrong and I’m trying to make up for that. That’s why I started working here. I’m trying to be a better person,” she says sadly. There’s so much pain in the young woman’s voice.“If this is so I’ll accept you...”“You rejected me, and I accepted it because I wanted to respect your wishes. I would love nothing more than for you to give me a chance, but I won’t force you. Whether you give me a chance or not I’m still going to keep working here, it doesn’t stop me from wanting to be a better person. I’ve hurt a lot of people and I have to make up for the pain I’ve caused,” she says more confidently. Truth rings out through every word she says. I’m not sure what she has done in
Oshmin POV As I stand at the front steps of the 2.5-acre compound, I continue to debate whether or not to go through with this. Habit tells me to turn around and never return, but a small voice in my mind – that these days has begun to sound like Yildiz – is telling me to man up and do what I came here to do. Being the bigger person has to be one of the most soul-sucking, mentally taxing things a person can do. You have to squash down every impulse, every reflex, every desire, all in the hopes that in doing so, you can resolve a conflict. And it’s not as though you do it because you are trying to help the person you’re in conflict with, you just hope that this will be a hail Mary and the shit might finally stop. One step at a time I walk up the steps to the front door and knock ever so gently on the double doors. Within moments the door opens, and I’m once again met by the face of someone who I have come to hate with a passion, but I have to ignore those feelings today. “What the
Oshmin POV With us now having an agreed truce in place, I move on to my next task. I let my energy reach out into the universe and search for Yildiz and once I find her, I transport myself directly to her location. My breath catches in my throat as I look over and see her standing in a kitchenette chopping up vegetables. Her laugh is suddenly cut off the moment I appear. She looks even more beautiful than I remember, and my memory is impeccable. She’s wearing a grey, ribbed bodycon bodysuit with a cut out in the chest and is wearing loose, grey sweatpants with pockets down the sides. Her thick, wavey black hair is up in a tight bun leaving her gorgeous face fully exposed for me to see. Her eyes are cast down and she’s frozen in place, yet it doesn’t stop the golden glitter embedded in her mocha skin to twinkle and sparkle, enchanting me like the firefly she is. “Who in the hell are you?” booms a voice dripping with power and authority. I only now notice the two people in the kitche