Mag-log inDariusI had to help Ayla.In any way possible, I had to make sure that she never felt as haunted as she was again.She had not had a second of rest. Always watching over her back and having long conversations with herself and then she would cry for hours and nothing would console her.This was not normal.I hated feeling helpless like this, the feeling of my hands being tied, it was crushing me from the inside out.“You don’t understand what is happening to me Darius”That is what she had been saying to me of late. Well no shit, that was the most obvious thing right about now and I hated it. I absolutely detested the fact that I could not take up her pain for her.I had set up multiple meetings with other packs, we would be ready for anything…. Be it Thorne, the rouges or the hunters.But still none of it was enough to console Ayla…and so I invite Jayrell. If he could really do something about her memories then maybe without all of these hurtful thoughts haunting her, she would be ok
AylaI was going crazy.That was not even an exaggeration at this point, neither was it just me just fucking around, I was genuinely, running mad at this point.The silence was so loud, it was giving me a headache, when would all of this end?Even in my sleep I could not get any peace this days.I sat at the edge of the bed, clutching the sheets in white-knuckled fists, my breath coming in shallow gasps. My heart was pounding in my chest like a drum. I could still hear the screaming.It was too loud, it was too clear like it was happening right in front of me.Another vision. Another flash of fire, of blood, of chaos. The pack was torn apart, everything was a mess, and there was fire and so much smoke. I could see many wolves dying.And Darius.... I had seen him fall. I could not reach him in time, those lifeless eyes, they haunted me.My stomach turned. I leaned forward, grabbing the waste bin beside the bed just in time to empty what little was left in me. My body trembled violent
Romeo“Hey Olga”Today Kevin and I decided to see her together…. We usually did but not that often though, I think it’s because it would be extremely embarrassing if we told each other the things we said to Olga when she was not responding. For the first time she was not lying down immobile, she was actually sitting upright and drinking water by herself.Kevin rushed past me and embraced Olga in a warm tight hug “than the goddess that you came back to us Olga… I missed you so much” she said.Olga wrapped her arms around Kevin “my darling g girl”I cleared my throat s I moved closer to them “take it easy Kevin you might just knock her out again” I said.“Come over here” Olga said gesturing me over to her “yes?” I moved closer and when I moved down to her height, she flicked me on the forehead.Trust me, it was not a not like a little cute flick, nope, not in the slightest.That shit hurt like a bitch.And I was more than sure that it would be swollen soon. “Ouch,” I pouted massaging m
RomeoI smirked when I heard the little sounds coming from the roomI pushed open the door to our bedroom, the scent of Marlene's perfume mingling with Christopher's cologne, a very delicious combination that immediately made my cock twitch with anticipation. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the dim light bulb, shadows dancing on the walls as I took in the scene before me. Marlene was straddling Christopher, her lips locked with his, her hands roaming over his muscular chest. His hands were on her ass, squeezing and kneading, pulling her against him as they kissed passionately."Fuck, you two look hot," I growled, my voice thick with desire as I stepped closer, my eyes raking over their entwined bodies.They both stopped kissing but that did not stop Christopher from exploring her body.Marlene broke the kiss, her eyes meeting mine, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Romeo, baby, come join us. We were waiting for you to be honest but we got carried away," she purred, her vo
DariusI really hoped that this would work.It was a full moon tonight and the full moon was looking more beautiful than ever.Too bad that we would not be able to have a Moon-athorn. It was too dangerous, the hunters could just be hiding waiting for the right time. Ayla didn’t even notice. She was curled up on the couch, silent, her eyes distant. Her fingertips brushed over the spine of a closed book on her lap, unmoving for almost an hour.She was consuming herself with any and everything that she could put her hands on about witch magic and black magic. She was so scared, paranoid and it was showing.She hadn’t smiled properly in days.And it was starting to get to me.I fucking hated everything that had managed to dull the light in her eyes.The last time that she was like this was the time that Freddy was taken by Celestine to help him feel better but even the she did not have this constantly haunted look in her eyes.She was sad, not this fucking terrified.I’d seen her bleed
AylaCouldn’t I just catch fucking break?Well, apparently not.I was stuck in some kind of trance, if that was even the right word to describe it. But one thing was sure… I did not like it, not one bit.Everywhere was so dark. Not the kind of darkness that comes with nightfall, but something far more suffocating. It was like the shadows themselves had weight, pressing against my skin, crawling into my lungs. My breath was caught and my heart was pounding… I could not see a thing.I tried to move, to shift my limbs, but they were heavy. As though I were walking through quick sand and it was rapidly dragging me under.There is only one person who was capable of doing this.His cold voice echoed through the darkness."Did you miss me, Ayla?"Oh but of course….Thorne.I spun around, trying to focus, to find him, but all I saw were shifting, smoky tendrils.“Don’t stress yourself looking for me Ayla… here I am” Then he emerged first his hands, pale and long-fingered, reaching out of th







