Sathe stepped out of his shorts, following Verya into the cold water. A shiver travelled up his spine as the water covered him up to his shoulders, his toes tipping against the bed of the lake. Verya was in front, her back turned to him, head held up as she stared at something he couldn’t seem to see. “What are you…staring at?” Verya turned to him, pointing up at the sky and then at the nothingness before them. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?” “What…? The moon? T-The water…?” Verya shook her head. “Not exactly…the darkness seems so bright and beautiful in my eyes. It was on a beautiful night like this that I watched my mother bleed out on the earth…but somehow, I still enjoy the night…perhaps I feel like it’s the only connection left between me and her…but the shadows that follows me around, they comfort me, the whistling of the cricket and the wind, the silence…it’s always something I look forward to.” “I don’t like the dark…it’s dark…but right now it doesn’t feel as dark and empty as it
Water dripped down Verya’s body as she stepped out of the lake and Sathe followed after her. It hadn’t been so cold when they were beneath the water, but now the wind was whistling against their skins, igniting little shivers down their bodies. Verya reached behind her, and Sathe grabbed her hand, tracing her steps back into the house. It was warmer than the outside; the little heat from the bulb above their heads and the reduction of the cold air that wafted around them…to Sathe, it felt nice, so much different from the dungeons he had been in. With a towel, he dried his body and hair, eyes drifting over to Verya as she did the same. She was still naked, aggressively digging the white towel into her head in an attempt to dry her hair. But unfortunately, the beautiful, black locks kept sticking to her forehead. The strands had been straight, but now they curled over her shoulders giving her a different look. The water from it dripped down her body, making her even wetter than she was
Sathe woke up to Verya’s arm still wrapped around him. The sheets were rumpled, the blanket barely covered either of them and the sun was bright enough to climb through the windows.Verya was sleeping, her face only inches away from his, but even at such a close distance she still managed to look beautiful.There were still no flaws, no blemishes, just tanned skin made from utter perfection. Her eyelashes were long and thick, lips moist and slightly ajar, breaths soft and gentle…she was pretty.She looked like an angel, a being that should be nowhere near him. But she was beside him, holding him so close as if she had no intent of letting him go. There was this glow around her, it couldn’t be from the sun, for she was shining even brighter than the biggest star in the sky…it was a personal glow, something that only she possessed, something that always managed to captivate him.He liked her a little too much, so much so that he was starting to think she was an obsession. He had gotten
“You want to learn how to fight, why?” “J-Just because.” “Well, I guess there doesn’t have to be a specific reason to want to learn how to fight. It should be mandatory for everyone…all pack members should be able to defend themselves.”“So…So then, you’ll teach me?” “I will, but you have to give me a reward every day after training.” “What d-do you want though?” “I’ll tell you when the time comes.” Her arms slipped from around him and she sat up in bed, stretching. “For now, let’s begin our day, the sun’s out.” Sathe nodded, mirroring her actions which took him off the bed. He followed her into the living room where she gave him a toothbrush along with some toothpaste from her bag and then into the kitchen where she filled them both a cup of water from the only water supply in the house. She told him that the house was unfinished. A bathroom was supposed to be built, but father had permanently postponed it because he thought bathing outdoors was even better than bathing in a ba
The path back to the cottage was not something Verya looked forward to. It was a long way, far from the pack house, but that was one thing Verya liked about it. She didn’t have to deal with the disrespect she’d receive constantly at the pack house, and she didn’t have to compete with Jake either… She liked the distant it gave her away from the people who didn’t like her and the closeness it gave her to Sathe…perhaps that’s why she didn’t detest the long walk she had to take. It was a small price to pay for the happiness the little house gave her. She didn’t remember much about her mom, but the fact that she used to live there gave Verya a sense of peace. However, along with that peace came a longing that Verya didn’t know she had. She wished she could remember something significant about the past, about her mom, however she couldn’t, and dad refused to tell her the cause of the war that took her away from Verya. It was unfair, but it was her fault for forgetting. Sighing, Verya shif
Verya picked up the blouse she had left by the lake, throwing it over her shoulder. The material was dampened by the wet grass it had been on, it smelled like sweat, something she was so familiar with, however there was a scent nearby that she wasn’t at all acquainted with. She knew what specie it belonged to, but the fact that it was so close was what she didn’t understand. A fae trespassing on werewolf land? There must be one reason for such a calamity…and she knew just what it was… Verya moved away from the lake, finding solid grounds instead of the slippery grass. It was here to fight and even if it wasn’t, it deserved death for trespassing on her father’s land without permission. Faes weren’t friends to werewolves, especially when it came to her father…her father hated them since one had been the root cause of his mate’s death… And for that, Verya hated them too. Verya’s eyes searched the dark premises, not finding it on low grounds. Her eyes shifted up and even before she coul
“You weren’t built for war, were you? How can you look into your enemy’s eyes and ask for help? I’m not going to help her or you either…I was sent to kill her, but a witness can’t be left alive, right? I’m killing you too.”She took an arrow from her back, situating it into the bow. “She seemed capable, I don’t know why she risked her life to save you, but it was a foolish decision, you’re nothing important…you’re weaker than a child.”Sathe’s breaths got heavier as he tried his best to calm down. Something inside of him was raging, it felt like there was fire in his chest, a presence that could burn him wholly…It felt like there was something aching to come out, someone even more angry about Verya’s state than him.“You’re just her mate’s brother…but isn’t it good that none of you will miss each other…? All three of you will be burning in hell tonight…together.”Sathe didn’t quite get it…all three? Was Aron in danger too? And in hell…?‘If anybody was going to rot in hell tonight…it’
Verya groaned as pain awakened her…her shoulder felt empty, but that was probably because the arrow that had been in it was in someone else's hand. She still felt dizzy, but her vision was a bit more stabilized; she could see that she was in a hospital room and the scent was as atrocious as ever. There was one person in the room apart from her; an obvious doctor. He was standing above her, still holding the pointed arrow in his hand. “I see I’ve woken you up.” Verya groaned as she tried to sit up, but the man pushed her back down. “Stay put.” “Why…Why am I here?” “You were targeted, a fae came after you and then you were rushed here.” “A fae…?” The memories of what Verya couldn’t even call a battle flashed before her eyes, but she could only worry about one thing or rather one person. “Sathe! Where’s Sathe?” “Sathe…?” The doctor looked down at her cluelessly, finally placing the arrow down and taking up some cotton instead. “I’m not sure who’s that, but you can go find them after