I belted a short deranged laugh. Yeah, I was leaning more towards the hallucination option. Who would believe that the voice in my head belonged to someone else. It was happening to me and I could scarcely believe myself. Maybe…..
“Kiera!” I whirled around and tried to locate the voice amongst all the moving bodies.
Oh, yeah. School was over for the day and I was in the school parking lot waiting for my mum to come pick me. Every other student was hopping into their car and driving away, just like Mrs’ Crook had said. Only very few students were entering their friend’s cars.
“Kiera!” The familiar voice yelled again. I turned in a circle, trying to locate Sarah.
“Kiera! Why didn’t you just wait for me to park the car? You could have been injured, you know?” She admonished wide eyed. “I just didn’t want you to get stuck amongst the cars trying to leave. C’mon, I’m ready to be done with this day.” I rolled down the window on my side and stared at nothing in particular. “Okayy?” She drawled out but she did turn the car so we could leave the walls of the school behind. “How was your first day at school? The monsters did not trouble you too much did they?” She broke the silence some twenty minutes later. “It's whatever.” There was a strange burning sensation in my stomach. “How was your first day at the house?” “It was whatever.” Sh
[A/N: Hey there dear reader! I hope you are enjoying the book so far. So, a little spoiler. Kiera is being possesed by Kyros, the god of thunder. Who is Kyros, what does he want and why has he chosen Kiera as his target? All of your questions will be answered in due time. I just wanted to tell you that Llanwytrd is Kyros' home and he is stronger here. This means his thoughts come out more strongly. Kyros' thoughts are written in italics while Kiera's are written normally.] KYROS' POV Free. I am finally free of the wretched bonds that tied me down and kept me weak. Everything had been fine and dandy as my host and her pathetic excuse of a mother drove to school, and then……nothing. I was
Kiera's POVThe fire razed the forest, burning all the trees and plants. Its acrid stench clogged my nose and made my eyes water. I could see nothing but smoke and the wolf, unmoving. Soon, the whole forest will be burnt down. The fire was going to engulf everything in the next few seconds and I would be burnt to death.There was no conscious thought or rationalization. I turned and ran for my life. I didn’t stop running until the burning smoke became a thin flash in the air.Gasping heavily, I watched from a mile -miles? Meters? I had no idea, I only knew I was very far away and could barely see the smoke in the air- away as sirens blared so loud, I thought my eardrum would become damaged. The siren reminded me of when I had set our house on fire with my father and his mistress in it.
[A/N; Hello once again dear reader. I really do hope Kiera and Mason's story has you in its trenches as much as it has me. The story has several parts -the parts follow Kyros' awakening and his rise back to power, and Kiera's attempts to stop that from happening- and we are in the second part. As the story evolves, we will be having point of view from other characters, one of such characters is Mason's wolf, Alvis.This is because Kiera is still unaware of a lot of things at this point but you need to be aware of them so that the story and the characters' actions can make sense to you.And if you do love the book, please consider voting for the book and dropping a comment. ]ALVIS' POVI lifted my snout to the air, catc
MASON's POVMy head was on fire. I groaned and tried to roll over. I shrieked in pain as my left arm made contact with the soft bedding. The coverlet was soft but that was no comfort for the shooting pain that shot up my arm. I opened eyes brewing with tears and examined my left arm.Oh, holy goddess.My left arm was fried. From my shoulder down to my fingernails was all black. My arm was a piece of meat left to roast for days over a grill. Heck, I couldn’t recognize my arm. It was charred and throbbing. Even lifting my finger brought the sharp bite of pain to my body.I didn’t know pain in one body part could radiate to the rest of my body until I tried to stretch the burnt nerve in my left arm.
MASON's POV (Continued)My dad’s office was downstairs and we were two floors up. Walking down the hallway and another stairs, then through the kitchen to get to the office had never been as long as it was today. It felt like I walked for more than an hour before I got to his office. My leg was also sore and hurting. It seemed I hurt more thanjust my hand in the fire but wordvomiting to my parents was unfortunately not going to get me justice I seek for a number of reasons.To begin with, I was the next alpha in line after my father and I was an only child but the possiblity of me being chosen as the next alpha was slimmer than if I had been the first of several children. Ever since my wolf got injured three years ago and I couldn’t shift or communicate with my wolf, several pack members had deemed me defective and incapable of l
Mason's POV “Son? I asked you a question.” He did? Father’s face brooked no arguments and I feared his reaction if I informed him that I hadn’t been listening. “Uh….”I shrugged in lieu of an answer. How could I answer a question I didn’t know? "What does that shrug mean? That you don’t know who did this to you or you don't want to tell your father?" Mother ground through her teeth. Oh, they wanted to know who had done this to me. Well, that was another difficult question. I didn’t want to admit that she had done this to me. Goddess knows what mother would do to her. "Go on. Tell your father how one of those cursed witches did this to you. Tell him how they’ve been breaking the pact we shed so much blood to create." She spat hatefully. In the massacre that occurred during the great war, mum’s family had been one of the countless casualties. A witch attacked them in their home while my mother who had just been 10years old then was digging through boxes for her toy in the
“Do not space out on me kid. Is the pain that bad?” Large hands gripped my shouders and walked me to the cream couch in dad’s room. Groaning at the fingers grazing my injured arm caused the tension in the room to ratchet up several levels. The hands left my shoulders as soon as my butt hit the couch. I looked up to find my dad’s green eyes staring back at me worriedly. “What happened?” “You spaced out. Love, get Syl.” Mum walked out immediately, her walk almost a jog. “I’m okay. Really.” “Its not like you to stare off into space in the middle of your sentence, son.” The landline rang. For some reason, father insisted on using the archaic thing to receive calls in the office. “Alpha Gray here.” His frown was still etched deeply onhis face and was now evident in his voice. How long do I have until mother returned? His frown etched even deeper, if such a thing was possible. His deep, bushy eyebrows curving deeper into the other. My father was a handsome man, even if I do say somys