Taking a deep breath, Razl parted his lips, praying he could think of the right thing to say. But he didn’t need to.
Before the first word could fall from his lips, Tourmaline gave a choked cry and ran straight toward him…right into his blood-covered arms.
It had taken Razl and the Runners a good hour to deal with the bodies that had been scat
“Damn it, you don’t get to make me sound like some juvenile pup who doesn’t know his ass from his elbow,” he growled, the angry thunder of his voice nearly making her jump. “You have no… idea how significant this is.”Tossing her arms up, she shouted, “That’s right! I don’t. Because you’ve never bothered to explain it to me!”
Tourmaline took another step back. “No. I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. I won’t.” Her voice shook. “I can’t bind my life to you, Razl. I can’t be what you want.”She watched his strong, tanned throat work on a hard swallow, but he didn’t give her another argument or heartbreaking plea. His jaw was clenched so hard and tight, she wasn’t even sure that he could. She was breaking his heart and along with her own but she knew that she had to do this. Otherwise it was going to be devastating for
A day went by, then another, and then more, until it had been over a week since Tourmaline had driven out of the Alley. Which meant it’d been over a week since she’d seen Razl.Over a week since she’d felt…alive.Standing at her kitchen sink and staring out the window, she thought about how colorless life seemed without him, how pl
Razl looked at the house at the corner of the street and the warm red colour of the door, which looked like the leaves of maple in autumn just before they were going to fall. The rest of the house was also coloured in warm earthy tones which reminded him of her bright cheerful smile and he could smell her womanly innocence all over again.Even though he did not feel comfortable in the city, h
Sometimes the pain crushes you- it leaves you incapable of everything. It leaves you broken- in and out. The tears won't roll down, and the screams won't escape past your quivering lips. The hallucinations would come, but they'd not allow you to react and let the steam go. They'd force the steam to keep burning you, staining you.Tough times do last. Tough people don't last, always. Well, some might have a dramatic life, but not all. Some really face pain- unspoken, and terrible. One sending disgusting shivers down your spine. Some pain, which makes you want to shatter everything in vision, because you can't stand something perfect near your broken soul. They are the ones who really don't come out of dramas, novellas and films. The pain is real, and so is the agony.Razl was sitting beside Tourmaline holding her hand as she was still unconscious. It had been three days since she had first shifted. No one had ever heard of
Razl walked without rhyme or reason to his footsteps, striding between the coniferous trees as the forest enveloped him. There was no path to follow, only loam that was rarely trodden by human beings in its isolation and a quiet peace that chased the ache of study from his mind. Spring sang through the forest, a harmonious melody of birdsong as the culprits flitted from branch to branch, and he lost himself in their instrumental language, sinking into a world that he feared, one day, mankind would forget. From his flat, it was only a short walk before he reached the tree line of the woods and, from there on out, he could forget the human world completely, losing himself in a natural, unspoilt world.He scratched his head, fingers raking through a mop of brown hair already tousled from a light wind. It never seemed worth the effort that others of his age went to in styling it, though it was the fashion of the younger generation to glue it in
"You've been following me?" He forced out after a longer pause than he was proud of. "For how long? Not from the flat... That's too far. Why have you been following me? Why would you want to? How come I didn't see you?""Oh..." She ducked her head, forelock falling over her eyes as she peeked up with a look that was both shy and mischievous. "It's been a little longer than that. And only when you entered the forest, mostly then. I'm too easy to spot within your town, hardly easy to trot around when wolves looking like humans are gawking at you like you've grown a second head. But you like to walk here and read here rather a lot, don't you?""How long..." He shook his head, bringing his hands up behind his neck, fingers splaying flat against skin. "How long have you been watching me, if it has been more than today? And why on earth? You didn't answer me. I didn't even know unicorns lived so close to the cities. I thought you hated
Razl woke up with a start from the chair where he had fallen asleep and immediately rushed towards the room where Tourmaline was.“There is a ritual I need to complete,” he announced as both Jillian and Sapphire looked at his direction.“What kind of ritual?” asked Jillian.“I don’t know that yet but this I know that she is not going to come out of this until her soul merges with hers. They have kept her soul captive because it had been spliced before her birth in womb and now there is no way of them merging when she is fully adult. And until that happens she will be in this comatose state,” said Razl. His voice was dangerously low and his eyes were full amber. That meant that his wolf was very close to the surface and he was not in a stable state.“How do you know this?” asked Sapphire as her eyes w