M I K H A I LMy blood freezes. "No. Don't do that."But all the dread and the warning in the world can't stop Kingsley from feeling the urge that I know too well: doing harm.Normally, it passes when I remind him that it's never a good thing to do, that it's something that would only get us in trouble and not lead to anything good. He would understand immediately and know that even though we have the most power, we are also the most vulnerable.Lycans have been dwindling for centuries. Our population just . . . refuses to grow the way it used to, the way it should. It's almost like the world itself wants us to be gone, which I know is something that scares us a lot.But finishing off Humans to get the upper hand is not what we're here for."Back off, Kingsley," I warn him as I feel his aggression starting to rise. “Do not do this.”“Why not?” he just asks, his voice almost crooning, almost like he wants to tease and taunt me. “Why not do the very thing that we are born to do?”With t
M I K H A I L My heart jumps in my chest. Immediately, the first thought that enters my mind is that one night where I met trouble the same way as now. I keep thinking to myself that at least this time, I will be prepared. I ready myself, prepared to attack in case the shadow comes any closer, but then the door behind me opens. I glance behind me, seeing Yana exiting into the balcony. “You shouldn’t be here,” I blurt out, causing her to look hurt, but when I look back at the space by the beach where the figure was standing, it was no longer there. I face Yana again. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. . . .” “That’s alright,” she says in a fairly light tone, but I know that she’s hurt by what I said.”I just want to know if everything is okay.” “Yeah,” I say, then I shake my head. “Not really, no.” I expect her to tell me she will be leaving then and I would not blame her at all if she decides to do so, but to my surprise, she just winds up behind me and hugs me from t
Y A N A The next few days are wonderful, which are not expected at all. After the incident in Mikhail’s house, we became closer than ever. Every day for the past week, he dropped by the apartment to bring flowers and food for me and my friends, as well as the workers who are still trying to fix all the damages done to the apartment. But yesterday, it was time to go. “I really wish it didn’t have to be this way,” Deborah told me as she watched us load all of our stuff into the truck. “Is there no chance of you staying?” As she said that, she was also wiping some very fake, very dry tears from her heavily done eyes. I wanted to roll my eyes but I stopped myself. We all knew that the only reason she didn’t want me to leave was because she got some pretty fat checks from Mikhail, who was also there while we were preparing to move. Instead of walloping Deborah like I so badly wanted to, I just smiled at her and patted her back. “I don’t think there is a chance for that, but we might b
Y A N ANeedless to say, I forgot everything when Dad called my name. The sly, evil part of me wants to pretend like nothing happened and move on, but the more humanized part of me wants to wait and see.And when I notice the hopeful expression on Dad’s face, I immediately feel my humanized side winning by a landslide.A strong urge to hug him overtakes my body, but then I remember how Margot’s birthday went and the things he said to me. I especially can recall in great detail how he basically ignored everything I had to say and still ended up comparing me to Gwen despite me telling him that I didn’t like it, word by word.I can feel my face turning sour, and that makes Dad stop in his tracks, his face contorted with caution and confusion.I hate seeing the confusion on his face. It’s almost like he still doesn’t know what the hell he did wrong and that bothers me.Like, come on. I told him as clearly as I could that I hated it when he always compares me to Gwen. For the first time in
M I K H A I LThe first thing that strikes me is disbelief and denial. In my head, I was already discounting everything that happened here. I think to myself that hey, perhaps I’m just being weird and stupid about it, because the whole thing is strange already. I mean, the thing I’m experiencing at the moment is probably just paranoia.I look at Evan and he’s also sniffing the air, frowning with a thoughtful expression. Seeing this on his face makes my heart jump. Is he going to look up at me and tell me that he can indeed smell Yana and confirm my worst fears? Or is he just smelling something else that he’s still trying tp figure out.The denial in me is working too damn hard. As I stop in my tracks and look around, I keep thinking to myself that he won’t say anything. In fact, I’m silently begging him not to say anything.But of course my illusion shatters when our eyes meet and he just says, “Can you smell that?”I only nod, waiting for him to supply the rest of the information and
Y A N A“No update from Mikhail yet?” Lily asks as she prepares more gift boxes for the jewelry giveaway for the launch. “It’s been . . . what, two days?”“Two days, and no update,” I reply, looking up from the pool of turquoise earrings and silver bracelets that I have spread on my table. “I did talk to Evan and he said that he’s a little swamped, so it’s all good. Kira is always here and she’s helping us. I don’t think we need to involve Mikhail in this.”As I say this, I remember what his parents said, yet again. Over and over those memories played in my head, and there seemed to be no escape from them. Even now, I still think about it. It’s almost terrifying at this point.But it’s not the only reason why I said what I said. I actually believe in my own words.For the past two days, all we did was get things ready for the launch. The men have worked overtime and finished everything, while the three of us were in the studio making jewelry for the guests.There will be thirty guests
M I K H A I L“Are you sure you’re alright?” Evan asks as we start to walk toward the car. “Not going to lie, boss, you’re starting to look pretty rough.”I shake him off, but this simple motion almost sends me face-first into the ground. My equilibrium is being tipped over, I can tell, but I’m not about to let Evan see this and take me somewhere I don’t want to be, which is some sort of treatment facility that will inevitably inform my parents.Or worse, tell everyone that I’m in grave danger.That will surely rouse the Lycan world and make some idiots think they have a shot on the throne.So even though I feel like I will hurl and end up coughing out my stomach, I force myself to walk and head to the passenger seat of the car. Evan gets into the driver’s seat and looks at me again.“Boss,” he begins, “Are you okay?”“Evan.” I match his tone and give him a stern look. “Please just drive so we can get the fuck out of here.”“Okay, okay!” he mutters, flooring the accelerator until we’r
M I K H A I LMy hands start to shake bad. I look around me and it seems like the whole room is swimming, getting blurry right before my eyes. It’s like oxygen has been sucked out of the room, and here I am just gagging for it.I stagger back. The music and the laughter in the venue suddenly sound like loud mocks. I’m about to make my way to someone--anyone I know-- but then I run into Kira.“Sir, are you okay?” she asks in concern. “Did you find Yana?”To my utter horror, Lily and Jason also appear at her sides and smiles at me. The sheer happiness on their face just from seeing me makes my heart sink. I turn to their expectant faces and I quietly hand them the paper.Then I have to stand there and watch their faces fall.“Oh, god. . . .” Lily looks up at me with teary eyes. “What’s happening? Who is this?”“It’s her old friend Brody,” I manage to answer. “I will find him. I will take Yana back. But you three have to promise me that you won’t halt the launch. Make an excuse about Yan