"I'm...ah... happy for you," I say, trying to force a smile to my face, but I fail, because I'm not. Even Sapphire sees past it because she gives me a wary look and says, "I'll leave you two to talk." To Thorne she says, "I'll be with the rest." And she kisses the corner of his mouth while her eyes are trained on me. It's a very clear message that I understand all too well. *Back off.* I look away, feeling stupid and angry for reasons that have nothing to do with jealousy. Or maybe it is. I don't know. I'm not angry that he's found his mate. I'm not angry that he has obviously moved on. It's just...it isn't me. I'm not the one. And it stings. There is a long pause in which Thorne stares at me with vulnerable eyes and I stare back at him, heart further sinking. "It happened on the first week." I fold my arms and look down at my boots. "You don't have to explain anything to me, Thorne. I understand." "It wasn't a matter of choice, Astrid."
I stay in my seat for the rest of the game, numb and nearly dead to the world around me. Chaos is my world inside and watching him has my hackles rising higher and higher. I'm so mad, I've been sitting still for hours. I'm not even in the right frame of mind to watch the games anymore. All I hear is a roaring in my head. If it is from me or Sloan, I cannot tell. I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to vent. My skin feels too tight for me right now. Too hot. I consider peeling off my jacket, but I know it won't get rid of the crawling under my skin. I've been here before. It doesn't ever go away. I clutch the book so tight, I no longer feel it. I channel most of my strength into keeping my breathing steady and halfheartedly answering questions from my parents without revealing how lost I am. As if sensing my agitation...like he knows something is wrong, he suddenly looks up at the podium from where he stands on the field, and all the way from here, I se
My claws jut out, biting into my closed fists, tearing into the skin of my palms. The skin heals only a second later, but the wound in my heart is deeper. The skies have a tinge of orange in it as the sun disappears behind pinkish clouds. Dusk approaches and there are three more games to name a winner. Already, the scoreboards have figures that have wide contrasts against the other. LS has sixty points and WA has twenty. Not surprising, since we all knew it was never really going to be a fair game. I sit, watching the players for the 'Pack Hunt' form lines, each team facing off. My brows furrow when I see Maya at the end of the line, head bowed low and a ferocious grin on her face as she faces off a figure that seems oddly familiar... I start in my seat. Trinity? Not good. Not good at all. I am happy to see Tri, but seeing her stand against Maya, looking every bit as menacing as I know she is, I can't help but feel a sense of dread. For Maya, of cours
"Rune?" I whisper faintly, even if I know there is nothing of him in the man I am staring at. Nothing of this situation makes sense and I can't put into words how this entity, this being, can be in the body of a man I have known since I was a child. He takes a step toward me and even if everything in me says to flee, I ignore it and take one forward. My hair whips around me at the force coming from and around him. I edge one step closer, eyes trained on him as he watches me with mock amusement on his hard beautiful face. "Why?" I ask, knowing how well he understands my question. The weight of it. His lips tip into a smile that belongs to Rune and it makes me wonder just how much of Rune he is. He extends an arm for me, pale elegant fingers reaching out. "Come home with me, princess. There is much else you don't know." My fists curl by my side as I suffer the desire of placing my hand in his. "Where is home? The Void?" "No. I will take back my castle in
My parents left for Wolvendom yesterday. The goodbyes had been awkward and somewhat detached. With my parents, with Thorne, and with Trinity, everyone itching to get back to their lives and me. . .back to my misery. Frankly, the problem had been me. I couldn’t stand being around any of them. My lying parents. Thorne and his mate. Trinity who’s become Thorne’s best friend. Aria didn’t attend, choosing instead to remain in the Academy with her fourth year boyfriend who isn’t much for sports. I have been holed up in my room since then, brooding and thinking. Classes start again in a week, ensuring that all of the injured have recovered. Not nearly time to get over everything that happened, but we're all trying to set it aside. Having had two days to myself to think, I have decided to meet up with Rune and talk it out. After which I will check in on Darian. He was among the injured. Maya told me. Rather than go see him myself, I have had Maya take flowers to him on my behalf.
Darian pulls back, eyes wide and face flustered. He takes a step back, and another with his hand in front of me. "Don't..." He groans, hands dropping to his midsection to hide the bulge in his pants that I have already noted. "Don't fucking do that." I feel hot and ashamed, but I'd be damned if I let him see that. I smirk instead. It is my go-to. "Why? Scared?" He doesn't smile back. He glances at me warily. "What do you want?" My hand is suddenly in my hair and I am twirling a strand around my finger shyly. Or at least, I try to look shy. "I've been thinking about what you said." "Which part?" He says, walking to the drawn blinds and pulling tightly on them, unleashing rays of sunlight and a cool, pleasant breeze into the room that discards the faint scent of arousal oozing off of him. I watch him work, familiarizing my sight with his broad back and tight ass. He isn't Rune, but he wants me. I'm not going to pine after a man who won't decide that I am
*Rune*It had begun with dreams.Once, I had been a child, trailing after my mother for sweets and running after my knights with a wooden sword with a battle cry that I would deem rather pathetic, looking back on it.I had been oblivious then.I had been normal.Until we met.Rather, until I saw her. It had been the first time I felt him within me.I have always thought the wolves to have the greater privileges of being granted beasts they can tame just as easily as they breathe. Lycans have it worse. I have it way worse.Her wolf to her is what Hekate is to me.A cruel joke. One would think I may have offended the Goddess in my past life--perhaps, I did. To be leashed for all eternity to him, constantly struggling for control, constantly struggling to survive.I don't ever win.When he takes over, I stop being. I lose time. I lose everything I am in those moments, and I do not return until he wishes to leave.Others pride in their true forms, but I, Rune Wilder, Heir of the Lyca
The days pass in a blur that turn to week and weeks that become that are mostly uneventful. Classes resume in full swing and our teachers are harder on us than usual. I suppose I'm the only one who thinks that since the rest of the class is faring well. Master Kaelan doubled our routines and has the star students give us arduous tasks that left me with pain and human noodles for limbs. It isn't just Master Kaelan. It is Rune as well, unforgiving, hard and brutal in his trainings. All of which he ignores me for. He never looks at me or speaks to me. Not that he has a reason to. I've been doing my best not to slack off during training. Over the weeks, I got better. My form is near perfect and Dar thinks I might be very well hold in a fight against his kind now. I'll never have their strength, but I'm faster than most and more than lycans, werewolves have always been more aware than lycans in our true forms. It gives a great advantage to be in control in times l