[Fergus Noah's]"How is he doing doc?""It worked out quite well. His essential organs were unharmed in any manner by the incident.""Oh, that's wonderful information... I am grateful that you attended to him despite the short notice.""It gives me great satisfaction to ensure the survival of our next Alpha. I'm going to get moving now!""Okay doc, see you later!"On the sick bed, where I was already awake, I feigned to be asleep even though my eyes were half closed. It was important to me that my dad and the pack doctor finish what they were talking about before I get up.After all that came so close to taking my life, I don't think there's any chance that I'll still be somewhat healthy right now. After getting severely stabbed, I had the sensation I was about to leave this world the other night.After stabbing me, the woman proceeded to cut me in the stomach, which leads me to believe that she is an experienced serial murderer. For a few moments there, I was confused about the emoti
"Oliver!" I whispered under my breath while fixing my eyes on him. Given that Oliver came to see me, I can only assume my dad has told his father about what had happened to me."What's up Fergus?" As he inquired, he moved closer to where we are. Isla has already fastened the last button on her shirt, so there is nothing more that Oliver can see through the opening. She remained motionless, her eyes darting between Oliver and me."I apologize if I caused any inconvenience, hope I didn't interrupt anything?" Oliver asked while cracking a grin.I did not respond to his inquiry but instead asked him for another one. "Why are you even in this place?" I interrogated while maintaining an air of condescension. Oliver's grin remained intact as he abruptly turned to face Isla, ignoring both my previous inquiry and the one I immediately followed it with."Hello beautiful one, I'm Oliver Noah. It's a pleasure to meet you." He said while extending his hand to shake hands with her. I was able to se
In the restaurant, Joey and Gusto sat across from each other in one corner and kept on discussing what they've gone through after the Academy. The aroma of the dishes, the music, and the smile of someone who cares, is a fragment of heaven. A chance to enjoy the company of one another and want to have more is what they always feel whenever they are together.Gusto had a Mohican cut and scythe-shaped eyebrows. His Roman nose and half-dome cheekbones sat above an oaken jaw. His wrestler's shoulders were part of his burly physique. His nomad-blue eyes twinkled every time he speaks. They were Saturn round and were a-flush with triumph. His excellent personality and bass voice were a big part of his ambitious character. He always wore nifty clothes and his commanding aroma is appealing.Joey on the other side has a manly physique.His mariner-yellow eyes were orb around and darted constantly, a-gleam with delight and the vigor of youth. They were soft, Irish eyes and swam with joy. They s
[Freya's]"Please hand over the RSVP card right away!" I remarked as I got closer to Michelle to rip the card out of her hands and put it in mine."No!" Michelle responded with a chuckle as she quickly turned to the side, indicating that she did not want me to touch her. "First and foremost, you have to fill me in on the party before I give it to you!"I did not move an inch and fixed an angry expression on my face as I looked at her. I was considering the best way to describe how I first became acquainted with James Crowley and why he decided to invite me to a dinner party. "Even if I explain it to you, there is no way you will be able to comprehend it. Therefore, simply hand it over to me.""Freya, you can rest assured that I will understand. Share with me anything that's been going on in your life in the recent past."Because Michelle was so adamant about finding out about the dinner party, I made the executive decision to simply inform her of everything maybe later. "Since we are
It takes a second or two for the new information to sink into my head, even though it is right before my eyes, larger than life. Then I feel my lips stretch wider into a gaping grin and my eyebrows arch for the sky. I feel like someone just took my spark of wonder and poured it on something else. The sadness I show on the outside can't adequately reflect what I feel inside; it's like every neurone of my brain is trying to fire in both directions at once - the best kind of paralysis.Why would the manager suddenly ask me to stop coming to work starting today? I had no idea. "Am I being fired right now?" I gently uttered, my eyes glued to him. "Not really, we are only replacing you for the time being. Someone else would be coming to take your position starting tomorrow morning." He explained without feeling sorry in his voice. I can see how determined he is to send me away right now with his utterance. I believe someone might be ordering him to do these since me and I haven't had any
Even if the new knowledge is staring me in the face and is much larger than life, it still takes a couple of seconds for it to register in my brain. Then, I get the sensation that my lips are beginning to gape open into a grin, and I notice that my eyebrows are beginning to arch upward.I have the impression that somebody just drained the sense of awe that I had and put it into something else. It seems as though every neuron in my brain is trying to fire in both directions at the same time, which is the most pleasant form of paralysis there is. The melancholy that I portray on the outside cannot completely convey what I feel within.Why would the manager order me to quit going to work all of a sudden starting today? I had no idea. "Am I losing my job right this second?" I said it in a soft voice, maintaining my focus on him."Not really; we are merely taking your place temporarily until a more permanent solution can be found. Beginning first thing in the morning of the following day,
Adelaide, Perth City…In a land that flowed as a sunlit sea, was a bungalow beside it. As rural as any. The simple bungalow sat in the landscape as a freckle in the brown, blending in so naturally.The bungalow is an empty house in the suburbs of Adelaide with an ancient design in it. It has an old telephone with a curly dirty-cream wire, and each door lock is far too high for its owner's hands. Not only that, but it has a normal front door, with a latch and chain. Likewise, it has a house number and a mowed front lawn.It's a bright afternoon in Adelaide city, where two police officers, Rick and Gilbert, are outside the bungalow with about seven to ten people around. They all whispered to each other in a low voice with their hands covered to their noses because of an unpleasant smell.Some other police officers aside from Rick and Gilbert are also there, making inquiries from the neighborhood about the house, and those living in it. Rick is an average man in his mid-forties but doe
Gilbert was still following behind when he suddenly halted in his tracks. "What's happening Darwin? We've been going around since yesterday without getting to where you informed us. What's going on?" Both Adams and Rick stopped walking too, as they stare at Gilbert, who is furious. "We are almost there, Sir Gilbert." Darwin turned and replied to him with a smile."Almost there?" With a grin, Gilbert asked and continued; "That's what you've been saying since morning, and now, it's almost nightfall again!" "Will you please calm down, Gilbert? We just have to trust Darwin and keep on following him." Rick said with a furrowed brow. "Okay!" Gilbert angrily brushed past Darwin and continued walking. This time around, he is the one at the front while others are behind him. "What do you fear the most, Adams?" Darwin, who is walking beside Adams, suddenly asks in a low voice. Adams was taken aback by the sudden question, as he stared at Darwin with a confused face. Rick is also listening