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The pain in my lower back was harsh, and I realized pretty quickly I wasn't as resilient as before. The fall hurt. Much more than I thought it would. With a groan, I lifted up onto my palms. It was hard to see in the small beams of light that came from the ceiling, but I knew which way the door was. With a push, it came into view. "You can't just throw me in here! I didn't do anything!" I yelled as loud as I could. I was sitting on the floor now, banging my hands off the door. I couldn't tell if Miqella was still out there or not, but I wouldn't stop making a racket until he bothered to hear me out. My fist thundered on the door, again and again, anger surging in my veins. "Let me out, Miqella!" I yelled again, but this time, a sharp gasp was heard to my right. I paused. My dulled senses registered I wasn't alone in the room. Afraid to look behind me, I took a ginger sniff of the air and froze. Could it really be? I didn't have time to gather my thoughts and feelings, becaus
"You're the one who saved him?" My eyes widened, and I stared unabashedly at the man. My lashes fluttered at his blank expression. "When the fire broke out, how did you save him in time...did Morax already know about the attack?"Miqella glanced at me, but I couldn't tell what his feelings were. He was elusive in his emotional capacity just like Morax, if not worse. "Morax knew when the fire broke out because of me. He was off handling a threat with Escha when I signaled him. If we had both been present, I'm sure the attack would have turned out very differently." He said the last words with a hint of bitterness, frowning. It seemed the fire even bothered him, the sharp stick boy. I was surprised. But maybe I shouldn't have been, just because he didn't like me, it didn't mean he didn't love his pack. "I'm sure things would have been different...but either way, I'm grateful you were home." Crimson eyes slid to my face, and I paused as they rested there. I was tempted to ask if I
"Are you ready to go now, sleepy heads?" It was comical to see Elijah sit up with leaves stuck in his matted locks. He was looking around through blurry optics, stretching his lanky and awkward limbs. On the contrary, Miqella was ( to my chagrin ) impeccable as he rose from his slumber. Both glanced at me, much more alert than before. I was standing near the edge of the forest line, berries nestled in a makeshift basket. It was crafted from my jacket being flipped upside down, but for now, it would do. I came over with the bundle of blackberries, while Elijah looked over at me curiously. "Hey, what do you have there? It smells... sweet." He asked with a tentative sniff.The distinct sound of his stomach rumbling gave away his hunger, and Elijah didn't even look embarrassed as he shot to his feet. He met me halfway, and I watched his eyes light up in delight as he took in the sight of the fruit.I was lucky they grew in the groves not too far from here, gathering them had been easy
The spat between me and my brother slid to a standstill, and I heard his noise of confusion as all of my attention became focused on Timmy. His bare feet were sunk into the mud of the river bank, his large brown eyes so wide they looked like they'd pop out of his head. He looked more like an eerie children's toy than a person right now. He was staring, unmoving. I could barely tell if he was breathing. Did no one tell him I survived? No, that couldn't be it. I couldn't see Camille being that cruel after she explicitly mentioned taking care of him. But as he stood there, his skin pale as moonlight, my pulse was pounding in my ears. What was wrong with him? "Timmy? What's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked again as I started to move closer. It was hard to navigate over the sloshes of mud, the traction of my boots sinking into the wet terrain. Still, the grip managed to push me forward inside of stalling. Timmy finally looked up at me, but his eyes were wild. I could barely keep up with
Timmy wriggled straight out of my arms, and I fumbled to gain my balance. His screams were echoing inside my head."What...did you just say?" Bile was rising in the back of my throat and even though I knew what he was saying, I couldn't bring myself to comprehend it. I took a step back, but Timmy's wounded face froze me as if I had shot him. "He smells'a just like my dad! That's my daddy's blood all of over him!" Timmy pointed directly at Elijah, his eyes fierce and colder than I had ever seen them. It didn't look right on his innocent face, the one I had come to cherish. "It's his fault my momma won't stop crying! She don't love me anymore Missy, and it's all his fault for taking daddy away! She won't a talk to me at all, all she does is cry!" As his hysteric yells grew bolder, so did his tears. His hands formed fists into his shirt, it looked like he was trying to tug his own heart out with its placement. Elijah had done this. The faraway truth I had accepted about my brother
"Stop looking at me like I'm going to eat you." The air in the room was frigid, artic as if winter had rolled around in the middle of summer. I wasn't sure which one to look at--Morax or my brother. But as the Alpha eyed Elijah with contempt, and he returned the stare, I began to bounce my leg. Anxious energy crackling under the surface. It had been more than a few minutes now since we had settled inside his cabin, but the room was already filled to the brim with tension. I had taken a seat on Morax's plush sofa, but Elijah had opted to sit on the floor like a disgruntled toddler. Meanwhile, the Alpha hadn't sat at all. He was merely standing, towering over us. I couldn't tell if he was trying to intimidate us or not, but if he was, it was working. He looked so angry. "I'm sorry, I guess it's hard not to stare at the Alpha of a bloodthirsty clan like he's some apex predator." Elijah huffed, stubbornness painted on the ridge of his nose and on the edges of his jutted chin. I w
My hand came gingerly to rest over my chest. Alpha Morax was silent, watching my movements. I took a deep breath. "I can't speak for Elijah, but... I want to stay here." Alpha Morax looked taken aback, but for me, the answer was simple. Even though the truth behind Timmy had come out, it only made me feel like he needed my support that much more. And after everything that had happened, it wasn't like we had anywhere else to go. There was no telling where else our father had attacked, which clans could be trusted or not. And even the idea of other sections of his pack felt unappealing, while Morax would still be a part of them, Timmy and him would be here, in the center. Another attack could happen at any time, and being ignorant on the sidelines wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to know the truth. Behind my father's actions, the artifacts. And as my gaze swept over Morax's rigid features and strong jawline, I realized I wanted to know what made the Alpha tick too. I nodded, reaffir
Oh, that hurt. My hands shot up to rub at my throbbing skull. Hot streaks of embarrassment were shooting across the insides of my chest. I didn't want to look up and see Morax's face at my backward swan dive, but fate wasn't kind to me. No, it seemed like it actually liked to mock me. It took one look at me and went, look it's Robin Mayas, the personal punching bag!"...What are you doing, little wolf?" This is exactly why I should have been prepared for Morax's gold eyes to come into view. His face was dripping with confusion and he looked so perplexed, that it only made me feel like an idiot. "I was... practicing my...escape methods?" I tried, but I knew it sounded lame. The Alpha's brows shot up, and I wished he'd stop staring at me like I had grown a second head. "Your escape methods involve bashing your brain cells out? Alright then, I suppose you see something new every day." He commented dryly, and my face colored. "It's called a distraction leap.""Ah." He said slow