As soon as the door closes shut behind us, I get this irrational feeling of fear again. In long, fast strides, Drake moves towards our bed and sets me down onto it. Feeling the softness underneath my body, I relax a little, but I’m unable to look up at my mate.Even the word mate doesn't feel right.Instead, my gaze averts to his feet, which are now moving up and down, tipping the front to the ground in a restless manner. Besides of, two people breathing heavy and the tipping of the feet, the room stays silent. He’s not yelling at me. Seeing as he’s staying put in his place right in front of me, but not yelling, I know he must be really angry. The heavy breathing is the evidence of it and him trying to keep it at bay.Drake is ruthless and scary in every single way. He shreds our enemies into pieces without second thoughts. Yet he would never ever touch me in the wrong way. No, the opposite actually, he treasures and protects me like the most precious gem. So why am I fearing him righ
The day only seems to croach along slowly. Being isolated in my room isn’t the thing that really matters to me. I like to be alone and away from the observant eyes of the pack, only waiting for me to fail again.A lot of them know that I work hard for the pack. In the background I’m the one to work on major business deals, prepare all the papers, and work out plans. Just as our defence. But Drake is the executive to these works. Working in the background is way better and safer for me. Despite how complicated it would be if any of our allies and business partners would find out I’m actually a rogue.On events in our packhouse, Drake always makes sure to keep me safe and far enough away from others to attack me. Some of them have seen my face from afar, but that’s about it.To be honest, after hearing in how much danger I’d be if I got any closer, it makes me rather keep the distance anyway.But right now, I feel bored to the bones. No work, no James or Alana to talk to, nor my books a
My entire body shakes violently as I hunch over and puke, while a mass of images, memories, and feelings flood my body.John rushes to my aid, giving me a bowl that was placed in my room just in case I felt sick from the concussion. Patting my back softly, he tries to whisper soothing words, none of them I’m even able to comprehend.My body is overwhelmed by everything rushing in on me. Everything I wasn’t able to understand in the last day now comes to a sense.Every single moment of the last five years fills my mind. Again, I claw at my throat as I feel water fill my lungs, and I’m unable to breathe. My eyes bulge, and in horror, I look up at John right in front of me, my eyes desperately pleading him for help. I’m drowning, while every inch of my body hurts the in the worst way.“Shhhhh…..It will soon be over," I can now hear him whisper soothingly. “You’re going to be fine.”Images of me in the dungeon flash through my mind, and it feels like my bones are breaking all over again.
Being alone in our room with him freezes me on the spot. Every word said, every action, everything that has just happened shoots to my mind, making it impossible to think about anything but these things.Drakes arms wrap tightly around me from behind, and instantly, I tense at his action. My wolf wants to push him away, but I hold her back. “Are you ok, Amelia?” he asks while placing a soft kiss on my shoulder and another on top of my head.The fact that he hasn’t shredded me to pieces yet proves John’s words to be right, Drake hasn’t heard a thing, despite noticed anything. If he has, then he’s extraordinary in acting. Which, let’s face it, he really is. I mean, all of these years I believed in his love, believed in every single word he said. There was no hint of his lies whatsoever.“Amelia?” He speaks up again now with a little concern in his voice. Get your act together, girl. Don't let him feel it. You can make this. Be as good as he is in acting, I tell myself, little convinced
Luckily, Drake was called out to an emergency pack duty, shortly after the bedroom encounter last night, and hasn’t been back since. He says someone is trying to attack the border constantly at the moment.My hopes go up that it might be the Blood-moon pack.If Drake had stayed much longer in the bedroom last night, I’m not sure how long I could have held the acting up.All night, I tossed and turned in my bed. My mind is still trying to wrap around all of the events and how to deal with it best, especially my emotions. Keeping everything inside of me without going wild like a rogue and killing anyone passing my way seems to be a real task. If I was able to shift right now, I’m not sure I could have held back at all the moment when everything came back to me. She's there. It’s an on and off, but I can’t feel anything even close to being able to shift. Just her thoughts and emotions, and there’s an incredible power on and off. Even if I tried to avoid going anywhere near the pack, an
My bail is rising, and my wolf is growling deep inside. I need to focus on not letting anything slip.“We’re taking her to the healer," Jenny replies self-confident instead of me.“And who gave you the permission to speak up?” Alana lashes out, eyeing Jenny up and down. Has she always been this bitchy? Was I too blind to even notice this?Jenny cocks her head up, and I can see she’s about to retort but before she can get herself into any more trouble, I jump in.“They’re escorting me to the healer. He wanted me to come to the praxis today for an x-ray and further check-ups.” I tell her truthfully and just wish for her to disappear already."Can we kill her?" My wolf nearly pleads, and I have to tell her inwardly to stop wanting to kill people. She seems very blood firsty.“Then why wasn’t I informed? And why are they escorting you instead of me or one of the others?” It used to only be Alana, James, and me. It didn’t occur to me that she could mistrust this situation.“There were some
My eyes widen at the sight in front of me, while I slowly pace through the kitchen to the seat, which has been offered to me. The familiar face hasn’t changed the slightest to what my memory has in store.The exact same facial features, not a day younger or older. How is that even possible? I mean there’s five years between my memory and now.“Tea?” A soft melodic voice asks.Still too astounded to speak, I nod my head as a response. A beautiful tea pot, painted with flowers of all kinds, gets lifted to a cup with the exact same pattern on it. The hot steam coming up has an amazing scent. Closing my eyes just for a moment, I take in the sweet scent of jasmine paired with oranges. What a perfect mixture.I might imagine it, but I feel like my smelling ability is hightened too.Opening my eyes again, I see that warm, caring smile again. “It’s supposed to heal and soothe the senses. Tea and scents have an extraordinary effect on our body, which most people don’t even know to appreciate.”
“So what did the healer say?” Jenny asks and seems very chirpy right now.“Jenny," Freddie says in a warning tone. “That’s not something you ask your Luna," he scolds.To be honest, if Jenny hadn’t just mentioned John the healer, I wouldn’t have even thought about that being the reason I was officially there for. Jenny’s eyes dim a little as I don’t answer immediately.“Worse than just a flu?” She now asks cautiously and a lot less happy than only a moment ago.I try to recall the words John gave me while he guided me towards the kitchen. It’s the same he’s going to give Drake.“No, everything is ok. It's just a normal flu, I just need some rest. Seems like I’m not even immune to that.” I roll my eyes, trying to underline my words while distracting from the truth.Which makes me wonder. Both Jenny and Freddie seemed very familiar with John, and my thoughts go back to Sybil. No one knows, he said. That must include these two, too. How can they be so familiar, know his home, and yet hav