London:Fuyu was on edge. His voice, countenance, and brash temper said it all. Although Mathias had long passed out, Fuyu hadn't stopped his low, guttural growls since we had heard what he had confessed.He banged his fist on a wall, ignoring the cracks that came from the bones in our palms snapping and cracking the wall. His canines bared menacingly as he ground his teeth."So help me, God, if he's lying." Fuyu grunted as he stormed down the hallway with heavy steps."I don't see why a fifteen-year-old would lie. Add up the dots too. There is no way he could have access to such lethal plants. Orkan especially." I said it with squinted eyes.Fuyu grunted, knowing that I was right. "I couldn't stand the stench coming from his blood. He smelled like he had overdosed on something, and his black blood was a shock. I hate to say this, but I was shocked beyond words at my discovery.""Shocking, because it's hard to see a shocked Fuyu." I casually shrugged.Fuyu growled, "Stop joking around,
London:Fuyu's heavy breaths mingled with the soft sway of the branches dancing to the wind and the ruffles of the shrubs as he stood before the giant black gate that protected the tall, brown, aging building. A strange magical presence radiated from the gate and around the building."Since when did the council need a magical barrier?" I sneered with a brow tipped at the highly ridiculous occurrence.Fuyu's no-nonsense snarl showed he was currently thinking the same. His sharp eyes carefully inspected the surroundings, and his ears were alert for the slightest suspicious movement. He stole a side glance at the tall building with an arched left brow and snarled, his eyes lowering as he processed his analysis.He raised his head again and gently sniffed the air. His brows furrowed as he swallowed dangerously. No one was outside, and the silence was almost too..."Something's not right." Fuyu said it hesitantly.It was a rare sight to see Fuyu so hesitant, and that also put me on edge be
Blaire:I was watching Emmett try everything she knew to revive the innocent-looking little boy who lay on the operating table with horrifying bruises and deep gashes slashed on his chest. He looked like he had encountered a beast, and it did not show any mercy on him.His swollen left eye had deep cuts and scratches trailing down to his cheeks. His forehead wasn't spared either. His right index finger was badly broken, as were three ribs in his chest and his left leg. I couldn't understand why his blood was so black, nor could I understand the pungent and choking smell that came from it. The complicated stench alone was making me lightheaded and a little sick.Doctor Miller was looking so stressed as he administered yet another injection into the body, carefully watching the heart monitor, which hadn't changed its waves positively.Emmett was applying pressure to the hole she had created at the corner of his stomach, purging him of the contaminated blood, according to what they've sa
London: I jolted awake, opening my blue eyes as my heart pounded heavily and sweat profusely tricked down my forehead. The remnants of the dream still cling to my consciousness, a haunting echo of something I can't quite grasp.It happened again. The same freaking flashes of an accident and that same voice that hunted me were back and clearer than ever before. I could see those very faces that looked familiar; they were saying something, but I couldn't hear them because it felt like I was falling into a deep space. My voice was screaming out to them, but not a word was audible.The soft, hazy light of dawn seeped into my room, and the air was still as the gentle rustle of curtains swayed in the morning breeze. My breath came in ragged gasps, and I clutched the sheets, trying to steady my trembling hands.The remnants of the dream cling to me, refusing to dissipate. I could almost taste the acrid fear that had gripped me, the images flashing before my closed eyelids like a disjointed
London:I ran a hand through my hair, "I just don't know what the hell those elders were thinking when they started this nightmare." He scoffed, "spineless, stupid, dumb, and ambitious. Those men were just power hungry." True. Very true. "It kind of makes me wonder just how much ancient shit they've gathered. The book of damned was sealed away in Luna's temple and required pure blood to be offered in return for the book to answer to you. Who the hell has a direct connection to Luna–minus you? Did they sacrifice?" Things were escalating quickly, and a lot of things were not making sense anymore. With the discovery I made, I realized things had eaten much deeper than I could have ever imagined."Elders are meant to protect, goddamnit. And not ruin the peace we shared. Even if wolf hunters were taking out wolves, there's nothing a little confrontation with the human leaders won't solve. I knew they were all shit; I never knew they'd be so darn stupid." I groaned, heaving in frustrati
Blaire:I wasn't sure why he hadn't woken up yet, and it's been a week and three days. What was going on with him? Was he poisoned? Doctor Miller had refused to tell me anything when I had carefully asked in a way that would not raise any suspicion. Most importantly, I didn't know why a part of my heart was thumping anxiously, anticipating his open eyes.I knew the mate bond was faint, and by virtue of London severing it from his side, I couldn't feel his heart or emotions like mates were supposed to. I could only feel the lingering pull and reaction to his presence—an inexplicable excitement that comes from my fast-beat heart. It was crazy because I wanted to feel less for him and hate him, but with my pregnancy included, it was becoming impossible.Emmett had told me that babies help strengthen the mate bond, and it was going to grow even stronger if the husband was alive. That went a long way in explaining the restlessness I had been experiencing and the sharp pain in my heart when
London:I looked down at the little wolf on the floor with pieces of broken ceramic in her hands. The look of shock and fear on her face made me squint my eyes.I eyed the knocked-down stool and the pieces in her hands, and my right eye twitched as I finally took in the scene before me. I can't believe she broke a fucking expensive vase. I pinned her with a blank stare, demanding an explanation before my expression switched to that of rage."A-alpha, I was just..."I noticed the trolley by a corner and raised a brow. If she had breakfast ready, why didn't she bring it into my room? Her eyes flitted around while her fingers pressed her bleeding left palm. She gently rose to her feet, and I saw a patch of blood forming on her stomach. Who injured her?Her hair was in a messy bun, and her gray gown flayed at her knees. She bit her lip while taking a slow exhale. I noticed from how jumpy she was, her ability to immediately go into hyperventilation, her shaky hands, and her quiet eyes that
Blaire:I wish there was a button I could press and she would just go mute forever because, hell, I was tired of listening to her sound so caring and actually friendly. I couldn't shake off her moans that rang in my ear. How dare she try to act all friendly with me when she was just experiencing pleasure at the hands of my dumb mate?I wanted so badly to punch her pretty face until her nose remained broken. Just the mere sight of her was disgusting, and my insecurity grew to a level beyond my understanding.I already knew that getting London's attention was next to impossible, yet here was a living testimony to London's attraction. I didn't exactly blame him for being attracted to her. She was beautiful with neck-length ginger hair and big eyes that could be likened to those of a baby's, and there was a mesmerizing shade of green—forest green.Her heart-shaped face held a few freckles sprinkled on her cheeks and nose. A sight that would definitely catch the attention of many men. She