Mag-log inOPHELIAThe public address turns into a violent protest against Damian’s authority. And before any of us can dodge, different items are being thrown from various angles.Rotten tomatoes and fruits, juice, and even stones come flying towards the stage. A soggy tomato hit my head and I gasp as the smelly liquid leaks all over my body. “Incompetent Alpha!”“Get off the stage!!”“You don’t deserve to be Alpha!!”“Deranged maniac!!”Curses and shouts bellow across the town center, the crowd going on a rampage.“Ophelia, are you okay?” Damian rushes towards me, shielding me as the royal guards form a circle around us. “Y-Yeah.” I answer, a bit dazed by the situation.The noise is overwhelming, clouding any other sound and the objects flying over us gets more brutal by the second. It fills me with fear as their anger sends a message–if they want to, they can injure us severely.“Get us out of here!” Damian orders the guards and we move slowly while keeping our heads low.He holds me tight
DAMIANWhen we step out, my mind is clear. With Ophelia by my side, I know what it is I must do. It is as though her presence with me, our time together did plain out things for me. And she understands–her hands tightly clasping in on me. When we exchange looks, there is silent understanding between us, the synergy of souls that says gently that she is here, with me. And knowing that, I am energized to face what may come next. The inevitable addressing of the pack, on the accounts of all that happened here, on the Castle Grounds. My beast is quieter now. No longer clawing, fighting and defying to break out. Rather, he watches, calmly but appeased by the sight of our mate beside us. Ophelia walks with the graces of a Luna. Her steps are slow and deliberate.I smile at this, happy that she is falling into her role so very well. Almost like yesterday when I first met her. “Ophelia.” I call.“Yes?” Ophelia says, gently grabbing my bicep as she closes in, her eyes filled with emotion
OPHELIADamian is in bad shape–possibly the worst I’ve ever seen him so far.And his studio mirrors his internal crisis, with the paint brushes, colors and ripped canvasses all over the place. It’s like no one had bothered to clean for years and it sends a clear picture to me.That Damian is in need of a lot of healing. Starting from the beast that threatens to overtake him every single day.“W-What are you, Ophelia?” Damian asks in a haze after he has finally calmed down. “That night the maniacs attacked, in the medic room and now…this? Not even the double pills could calm me down but you did.” Swallowing hard, I settle next to him on the floor, not knowing what to say. I don’t have an answer to his question nor can I tell him about the journal when I don’t know who it belongs to yet and what story lies behind it.“I-I also don’t know what’s happening to me, Damian.” My voice wavers a bit but I speak with all sincerity. “But there’s one thing I’m sure of; that it’s a good thing. It
DAMIANThe room feels so small now–the paint studio–my place of solace. It is the only place I could come to think of being– not the office. Certainly the one place everyone else was banned from coming into. But right now, the reason why it stood out for me is unattainable. No solace, no peace, nothing but the abyss staring right back at me. My head bangs, ringing for every passing second. My beast roars in my head, my hand trembles, stained with blood that is partially mine, from all the fighting out there. My chest heaves, my breath in short gasps., my eyebrows furrowed with anger that threatens to overwhelm me. Every second I spend in the studio only aggravates me even further. And my wolf? It does not waste time in trying to take over. Capitalizing on my disgruntled form for its one agenda. ‘Weak… Weak! You cannot command respect, your words are flaunted. You are nothing.’It throws a snide remark that hits way too close to home. If I am really respected, then today…should
OPHELIAWith tears streaking down my face, I run off from the medic room and to wherever my feet take me. I don’t know where I’m going but I ensure there is no one else to see my breakdown.Everyone saw it. They saw the mist.I don’t know why but this makes me apprehensive and…scared. Henrick called it a miracle and that alone increased my fears. And the look on Damian’s eyes was haunting as though he wasn’t sure who I am anymore. Heck, I’m not even certain I know myself anymore.What is wrong with me?Stopping before the double doors, I remember this place to be the indoor garden where I had breakfast with Damian for the first time. Stepping inside, I walk towards the empty bench, trying to calm my thoughts.The first time I was here, I was enchanted by the beauty of the flowers mixing with the blissful scent. But today, I wish the plants were large enough to conceal me for a while.I just want to disappear.Folding my legs, I rest my chin on my knees as I look down on my hands. The
DAMIANSeeing Ophelia pale and white sets me off. My jaw clenches,my whole body tensing up at the sight. It growls, closing in via a circular path. Not for once taking its gaze off her as she grips to the edges of the table for dear life. I could almost hear the heavy thumping of her chest.Her eyes connect with mine, her lips parting. Seeing me did not give her the respite it should— she’s scared shitless.And the distance between us… it’s not so much as one I could close in that amount of time. Time it could use to lunge at her and attack. Yet, I risked aggravating it by rushing now. Its ears perked up, giving away that acknowledgment that it was aware of my presence. At this point, I can hear my own heart thumping in my chest. I take a gentle step, while Ophelia’s eyes lock tightly on me. It is all I could do, to prevent an escalation— even though my body is poised to react instantly. Then it happens—the maniac swirls around, threateningly at me. In a flash, it reverses his l







