Raïna walked away, blabbering about how happy she was to have been promoted before she let the silence fill in. She was staring at the red envelope in her hands with a gentle smile as she swung it left and right. It had his sent on it.
" Girls? " She suddenly interpellated them. They both turned their heads around and waited. " What do you think it feels like to see your mate for the first time? "
"Seriously, we were just off the topic and you brought it back. " Amy sneered, rolling her eyes. Leneay's eyes sparkled at the question.
"It must be the most beautiful thing in history. It's meeting your one and only, your forever. It must be magical, like in a fairy tale. Your eyes caught him, your body feeling the desire, ooooh no, I know the best moment, It'd be when you understand it's him. Just imagine the relief of not having to search anymore. I'm sure it's how mentioned in the books, the best moment of your life. "
Raïna cringed at how lovey-dovey it all seemed, but she understood where Leneay came from. It would be incredible knowing someone would always be there.
"And you Amy, what do you think it would be like? " Leneay asked. Amy sighed before speaking up:
"It's probably all cute and loving when you meet but what's the after, huh? Those books you talk about are a century old when we still lived in packs. That's when it was easy: you met them, you married them, and lived happily ever after. But what now? We don't live in packs anymore, would you drop everything to go with the first man that gave you butterflies in the tummy when your eyes caught each other in the mall? Who in their right mind would do that? "
"That's why you don't believe in mates? " Leneay asked in a low voice, trying to be careful.
" I never said I didn't believe in them. For sure they exist, but what are the chances of finding that one person in 7 billion others?! And what if they aren't what you want them to be? What then? " She asked walking furiously fast toward the exit, up the stairs to the dorms.
"You wouldn't have any choice but to suck it up or worse, you could do the absolute worst, reject them which would be killing half of you. I just don't like this whole mate thing, that's why I don't want mine, end of discussion. " she opened room 511 with her key and pushed the door open.
Leneay gave up and went to change into her pajamas. Raïna walked over to the window and looked outside. "but still, it must be great just knowing that one person if you meet them, will love you. "
" I know right?! " Responded Leneay,
"Please, feels more like a prison to me. " retorted Amy.
She laughed at how different her friends were, and opened the window, readying herself to jump from it.
"See you later. "
"Bye, Have a good night! "
" Hurry up and shut the window. It's getting cold here. "
She let herself fall and didn't transform. She landed heavily on her feet and felt a sharp pain shoot through her legs. " I'm never doing this again. " She said falling on her butt.
She looked up to the window she had just fallen from and sadly smile while tears prickled her eyes. "It'd be great to have the choice", she whispered.
" How come? " Akyl asked Stephen. The latter sighed heavily and repeated the answer, for what seemed like the hundredth time. " I do not know. "
"But why now? " He grunted. " There must be a variable that I'm missing. Why the heck is it happening? "
"I do not know. " Stephen answered angrily. " Instead of torturing yourself over a meaningless event like this pathetic ceremony, which I continue to repeat, is not of your caliber, you should focus on the restructuring of this branch. "
Akyl eyed his aid from the side and took his head in his hands. " That's what I always tell you to be cautious of. " He let out in a breath.
" Well, it's hard when I see you in such a state. "
" Try. " he harshly responded. " I have never shown affection publicly. Whatever happened there wasn't normal. "
"Why fuss over it then? It's not as if you will ever see her again. She will only be a pawn in your plan. " Akyl looked at Stephen shockingly, asking himself if he ever had feelings.
"Sometimes you are hard to deal with." Akyl blurted out. " I just wished I knew why her, and why now. But it won't affect me at all, don't worry. "
" Are you sure you don't even want to verify? It would be done and you could get over it sooner to concentrate. " Stephen offered. He turned his head sideways and waited.
"What would it do, huh? It wouldn't change a damn thing. I would still be the master, she would still be a simple captain. She would continue her life, I would continue mine. End of the story. " Stephen looked at him sadly. Nothing was false, but it still felt wrong.
"Furthermore, there's nothing to verify. I'm sure it's her and I'm pretty sure she knows it too, who I am, deep inside." He got up from his chair and Stephen handed him the coat which he put on hurriedly.
"You're right, I shouldn't even be thinking of that, nothing will ever happen. Nothing can happen, they made sure of that. " He whispered the end to himself. Memories of her came as if to mock him, but he pressed them away and promptly walked out of his office toward the basement.
Stephen stood there, this time he didn't follow him downstairs as always. Stephen always had a hard time understanding emotions, but he got the hint this time. The door shutting just before his face was pretty obvious.
He wondered what it was like, to have your mate denied from you. But he would never know, his died a long time ago already.
His legs were beginning to hurt from standing up for so long, waiting for the childish man to return. He could only wonder what was happening downstairs to those poor enslaved people, and other unlucky others he forgot the identities of. Grazing his foot on the floor repeatedly to put his stress somewhere, he turned his head toward the large, bloody red clock stuck on the wall higher than it should. Almost three hours since Akyl had gone out. "10 more minutes." He stared at the arrows with a pounding heart and when the little one reached the 9, he was out. "What's the fuss about? " Raïna asked hurriedly with dark circles under her eyes and a cup of black coffee in her left hand walking hesitantly into the room. She got a friendly smile from Leneay who began worrying about her health meanwhile Amy walked away. "Nobody knows, not even me, which is surprising. Even Edward couldn't tell us, but I think it got something to do with the Master's presence here and for the sake of Jesus, let
He was staring at a blank spot in his office. Maybe he was watching a story unfold on this blank spot, that's how captivated he was. Stephen often wondered why this particular spot and wanted to ask. He had once. And it ended up a bloody mess. So he won't. Akyl's eyes flickered to Stephen. " What's the planning for today? " Stephen raised his glasses and opened the white iPad. "Ah! An auction is planned at 9 in the afternoon and yes, you have to make an act of presence. " He said, cutting his hopes. " You don't have anything else planned for the day, weirdly enough. " Akyl slammed his hands on the table and stretched his neck. " I want to meet with Alpha Mezdoxa of Blue Night's pack and his beta." He stopped on his track. " Ask if their Luna can be there too. The sooner the better. " Stephen marked it down and went to call the pack while mumbling. " Dump people." Akyl didn't follow through with the conversation Stephen had on the phone even if his acute hearing caught glimpses of
She was dressed in an elegant bow of brinish shade, transparent of sorts enabling others to see her undercover. Her cleavage was teased in the V-neck while her blond meche fell in the meantime as the tears of happiness flowed on her rosy cheek. A ray of sunshine made her skin glow. "Welcome back, Minerva. " A warm smile spread her lips as she got further down on her knees, bowing as low as she could. "Pleased to be of service. " Stephen was flabergasted. Her steps were feather-like, silent as the night sky. The door was still locked and the window hadn't been opened—a genius between geniuses. There was a dangerous aroma in the air of hurt and pain. Stephen trailed the scent to encounter blood. It was sprinkled in discontinued stains on her hands and on the floor. Stephen favored sweet-scented blood, girls. "Do you need me to free you, master, since an incompetent fellow couldn't protect you? " She asks, shouting daggers at
She stared astonished as Messe was twirling on the platform. Kyle was in a defensive position, arms in front to protect his head, and was taking slow, cautious steps away from her. Messe's style of fighting surely had to do with her unknown background. She was very volatile and seemed to be dancing instead of fighting, as gracious as a ballerina, giving off the pretense of being weak and naive. Kyal wasn’t fooled. He knew that the control she had came from excessive training and that there was strength concealed behind. Raïna watched the match unfold as Messe voraciously attacked and Kyal barely blocked her consecutive punches and kicks coming from various directions. Soon, Kyal was on the floor and Messe was helping him stand up. They both came to her and slightly bent down, acknowledging her position. She waved them out to the next training ground which had been made into another examination place. She had been assigned to te
She slowed down when she oversaw the glade in view in less than a few kilometers. Her air caught in her lungs rushed down rapidly and she eventually felt soreness in her limbs for having run at such a fast pace during prolongated laps of time. She walked lazily until the shuddering cry of Madoxe replayed in her ears and she compelled her legs to walk faster. She had been so focused on advancing that she only noticed the flames when she stood in front of the glade, which wasn't the nature park with hundreds of different flowers and bright colors it used to be. It seemed like a village. No, she instantly corrected herself after viewing the taller house standing in front of the smaller ones, it's a pack. Or she thought, considering that the fire was engulfing every habitation and proliferating with no blue-eyed or green-eyed wolf to stop it. Instead, she eyesight the red-eyed wolf who undoubtedly started this horrible carnage.Walking down the sole street-like
"Can you stand?" she asked Milene even if the answer was obvious. " I will. " Raïna was surprised she said so, but didn't object. She helped her stand up and guided her through the maze of corpses and crying wolves. None of the villagers looked at their Luna or came to ask about her state. They merely looked the other way and Raïna saw a hatred that burned deep down. Milene also wasn't crying as she was abandoning the pack, what was supposed to be the most terrible and atrocious event that could happen to a wolf. Wasn't this her home? But as they made it into the glade and then into the forest, Milene looked behind and closed her eyes. When she opened them, she noticed Raïna staring a lifted the corners of her lips. "I'm well. Really. " Raïna wagged her head and walked ahead, wondering who she was trying to convince. The path was rough and Milene had difficulty walking and even seemed drowsy. Blood kept on flowing from her unattended wounds. "Who asked you to save me? " She sudden
Raïna waited for Milene to come out of the shower, thinking over her decision. She was wondering how to get her to spit everything she knew. They were back at her apartment where she had pulled her after she collapsed. She cleaned the cuts on her legs and disinfected them, she gave her drugs for pain and told her to take care of other injuries she may have. She took the day off, no matter how bad it made her look as if she was known and was still being assessed by the others. It was morning when they came back and she didn't have the energy to go to work or the patience to wait to come back home to interrogate her little prisoner. She had changed into something more comfortable, pajamas, and was watching the view from her mirror. Soon, Milene headed out of the bathroom, her body wrapped into a white towel. " I love your apartment. " Raïna looked around the square shape bedroom, her feet rubbing the red carpet. Her gigantic bed took most of the place in the room. There was only a
"You are a weird man, Akyl. " Stephen said while handing him a wet towel. "And so is your mate. " They were in the training room reserved for their use. Akyl glared at him and applied pressure on his bloodied knuckles. He was so used to the pain that he wasn't fazed by it anymore. Sweat dripped from his forehead to his thighs. His beating heart was the only thing keeping him grounded to the earth. Everything recently had taken a toll on him. It had been years since Attic, his wolf had tried to surface. Years. And that mate of his was never in his plan. She knew everything about that pack. She saw him and the destruction he caused. On that aspect, he was confused about whether that angered him or if he was happy about it. The loss of control however wasn't disconcerting, it felt good uncertainty. "Call her, I need to talk to her. " he voiced out loud. Stephen stopped putting away the boxing equipment Akyl had used and studied his friend. "Are you serious? " Akyl finished washing