Se connecterAuren My face is clammy with sweat by the time I get to the small clearing Lucien is curled at. He seems a little peaceful now, his tail wagging gently. I stoop to hold my knees, panting with short, quick breaths. His speed is just out of this world. I stumble forward, but my knees give out, and I fall on them to the ground. "You've made me run probably a thousand miles today. You should just cut this thing out, and let the girl out." He snaps up from his resting position, shooting me a glare. He growls at me, then rests back. "You're getting cocky, I see. Wow," I scoff, rising to my feet, "So you decided to turn rebellious after leaving my body? Great." "Just wait till I get you back," I mutter breathlessly. Lucien throws his head back suddenly, giving me a ride startle. My skin jumps with a thousand jolts rippling through me. "Please stop this game, and just shift back," I groan, "Asha is not built to withstand you, why can't you understand that?" I
Auren I run as fast as I can towards the Red River. Every limb in my body trembles with anxiety and fear. Oh gosh, Lucien is a Lycan wolf; there's no way Asha would be able to subdue him. I stifle back a curse, increasing my pace. I have to get there as soon as possible, before he does something she can't undo. I look ahead to see torn ropes, and fettered chains. "What the—" I reach the spot where there are torn ropes and fettered chains scattered all over the place. I whip my head to my right, and there lies one of my men, lying there in his pool of blood. "Fuck!" I hit my forehead in frustration, "How did I even forget about Lucien's awkward shifts?" I rush to his side to check if he's still breathing, but no, he's already gone. My heart sinks further into my stomach. If things get out of hand, he might kill all of my men before I can even do anything. I groan out loud, feeling helpless. I can neither shift nor use any of my magic, and heck, I forgot
Auren I stop the pliers just a few inches away from his mouth, "Oh really? Start talking then," I give him a pat on the shoulder, "Good boy." He drags in a heavy breath, "I—" "Yes?" I arch my brow impatiently. "Bran wasn't lying when he said Rheagar ran away to the South. That was true." I bite back a curse, and force myself to listen to him without interrupting. "We first hid out in a small abandoned camp, but Rheagar was too quick and unsettled, so he decided to leave with some of his most trusted men, while telling the rest of us to disband, and go our separate ways but never to disclose where he went to." I blink back my irritation, "You're saying, you don't know where he went to?" I hold up the pliers close to his face. "I- I do," he stutters, cowering his shoulders. "Then where is he?" I suppress the itching need to yell. "Silver Crest pack," he says. "Silver crest pack?" Raze wrenches the question out of my mouth. "Yes," he nods. "What would he
Auren I dig my teeth into my lower lip, as I walk out of the room without looking back. Ugh, she's a temptation, and she knows it. I rake my hand through my hair biting back a curse that's about to spill. I shouldn't have given in.I shouldn't have kissed her. Fuck it. I swallow my building frustration, as I walk back outside. Raze immediately joins me as he sees me approaching the car that's parked outside. "What's the news?" I ask. "We've found another of Rheagar's men. We've tried all we could, but we couldn't get him to talk. We're thinking maybe you'd be able to force him to talk." My mind goes a little blank as an image of Asha temporarily pops up in my head. Her wide heterochromic eyes hypnotize me for some weird reason. Raze keeps rambling, but I can't hear anything he says. My mind keeps replaying her soft lips, her warm breath, her soft tongue that kept doing wonders to my veins— "Boss?" Raze's voice breaks my train of thoughts. I blink, ret
Auren "I want you to become my boyfriend." The words take a while before they sink into my skull. Boyfriend? Me? Someone's boyfriend? The corner of my lips twitches, "Do you know what it means to have a boyfriend? Even at that, with me?" "So? It's not a big deal, is it? It's just a fling," she shrugs. The corner of my lips twitches downwards, "What do you know about relationships?" She bites her lower lip, "They're a lot to handle, and the man could eventually become a dick." "I already am a dick, and yet you still want to date me? You must be nuts," I throw my head, and a throaty laughter leaves my mouth. "Don't be delusional," I get to his feet, "I'm not dating you. Ask for something else." She sucks in her lower lip, and looks somewhere else, "No. That's what I want." I tsk, and walk back to the bed, "Don't start this. I don't want you clinging to me all the time." "I don't have to cling to you. I'm not a clingy person," her voice breaks. It seems she
Asha I drag myself to bed, all the terror in my veins flushes to my legs, and dumps itself there. I drag in a sharp, painful breath and slump on the bed. "He really wanted to kill me," I mutter as the images of the knife come back flashing before my eyes. I swallow down the lump in my throat, then force my eyes to close shut. Now I can't sleep. The images of the knife keep on coming back to haunt my brain, filling it with all kinds of terror. I sniffle, "Bastard," I hiss under my breath. I shift my weight to my side, and try to close my eyes again, but nothing is working. "Haa," I sit upright, peeling the hoodie off my body. I discreetly place it behind the bed, and sigh deeply. Everything is overwhelming in the worst way. Rheagar wants intel from Auren at all costs; Auren wants me to pretend Rheagar got his hands on him. The actual fuck? What have I gotten myself into? Just then, Auren struts into the room, his hand dipped into his pocket. I immediatel







