Aniston POV As Stormi drove us to a place I didn't know, we didn't talk much. I didn't ask any questions…questions a reasonable person should ask like 'where are you taking me?' 'Will I be welcomed?' 'Are you a family of werewolf serial killers?' I know…I know! The last question seemed a bit of a stretch but when you have the kind of bad luck I have then you will quickly realize that anything was possible, I once got stuck by lightning, I mean nobody gets struck by lightning but I did. I once rescued a baby cat but turns out it was actually a baby tiger and the mama came looking for it and found me holding it….try outrunning an angry tiger mama at fourteen, then we will talk. Bad Luck is my new normal but for some reason, I was not bothered. So, I sat there with my eyes closed and my face turned towards the open window. The sound of the wind drowned the voices in my head and the feel of the breeze on my face was soothing, it was my favorite feeling since I stopped feeling joy
Ari's POV I did the right thing. I did the right thing! There is no crime in looking out for myself, right? If a love story like my parents could suddenly go sour…if my mother after twenty three years of what we thought was blissful marriage could tell my hot tempered father that she was never in love with him sending him into a fit of rage we only thought possible in folklore, then there was no way Aniston and I, two werewolves who couldn't be more different from each other survive life as mates. I took a deep breath and stared at the plate of food in front of me. I thought I wouldn't have an appetite for food after leaving Aniston to her chosen fate but I couldn't be more wrong. Apparently, guilt gets better when we are not staring the people we offended right in the face. So, as soon as I made my way back to Bayblue pack, I instantly felt better or at least less crappier than I was. Encountering Aniston had forced me to come home without finding my idiot brother except home
Ari's POV I must have blinked about a million times, which I know is an exaggeration but it really felt like a million times yet the girl in front of me didn't disappear into a puff of smoke like I wanted. I blinked one more time, silently praying that Cephas laced my food with hallucinogenic mushrooms that was making me see the last person I wanted to see and she was somehow standing in my freaking hallway! I blinked again and again and again until the figment of my imagination leaned in like I was something she was trying to figure out and yelled. "Dude, stop blinking! I am real! Surprise!" She had this smile on her face like she was enjoying my pain…how was she enjoying my pain?! I realized I was asking the wrong question. My first question should have been, what the hell was Aniston aka suicide girl doing in the mansion in Bayblue? I opened my mouth to speak but she walked past me to the painting that was hung on the wall behind me. I blinked and turned around. I gotta stop
Ari's POV Sometimes nightmares are real and sometimes they come in form a brown eyed girl named Aniston. I stopped walking and I stared at the source of my pounding heart and the reason I had an insanely amount of adrenaline coursing through my veins bringing me closer to having my first heart attack at twenty-three. "E-excuse me, I could swear you said that my father granted you permission to stay" I didn't blink at all. Sometimes, not blinking can be the answer because I couldn't risk that she might answer my question and it would be lost to me because I blinked. Aniston didn't answer immediately. She first took a spoon full of the porridge in front of her and she shoved it into her mouth before she turned and looked at me like I was an annoying foot fungus. She didn't even bother chewing when she spoke to me. Nasty! "I said Alpha Ryan said I could stay for as long as I want in Bayblue. What can I say? Fathers love me and Stormi was pretty much adamant in his plea to Alpha.
Aniston's POV Let me tell you something about being an Alpha blood…unlike beta wolves and omegas, our pride never wavers. And our strength is unending and if any other alpha blood had overheard Ari telling his father they were beneath him, that wolf would be defending her honor by attacking him but I didn't. I simply sat there with the visible taste of disgust on my tongue, recoiling on how I could misread the guy in front of me. I thought he was good and underneath his nonchalance was a sweet and caring guy that might just give us a chance but how wrong I was! "Aniston" The way he said my name made me look at him. He had a frown and he looked surprised to see me. I guess it would be easier to stab me in the back when I wasn't looking. What a wuss! Ari was wolf in wolf's clothing…. literally. I wanted to say a lot of things to Ari Thunderbolt. I wanted to let him know that his words were like a two-edged sword and no matter which direction I tried to take it, I ended up getti
Aniston's POV I made my way to the balcony, doing my best to get my rage under control, it wasn't easy to do. The look in Ari's eyes stayed with me for some reason. I tried to find my way out of the Mansion to go for a run in my wolf form. It was about the only thing that could get my beating heart back to normal but the black mansion was so huge, I got lost inside it twice. I lied earlier. It shouldn't come as a surprise to you but in my defense, they were all based in truth too or at least on my late mother's identity. I abandoned the name Stillblood and took my mother's maiden name Powell, I took her pack name as well - Wintergreen. And I was going to tell Storm's father that but when Storm introduced me as the daughter of the black lightning pack, I didn't correct him…any name was better than mine. Growing up in my pack as the daughter of Alaric Damon Stillblood of Dryer-Red pack, Bayblue pack was legendary. My papa, even though as strong and wealthy in his own right had one
Chapter Ari's POV In the past, especially when I am angry or fuming with rage, I tend to favor the packhouse gym/training arena to the private one in the Mansion. Mostly because I get to punch people and not get booted to the Alpha or his oddly psychotic Beta for long talks on how I can't go around knocking people out just for the fun of it. This mostly happened in my teenage years but I still get the stink eye from Beta Elijah, Alpha Ryan's second in command whenever a pack member ends up with a black eye. I made my way to the pack's gym passing a few people on my way, some stopped to say hello, others were all too happy to be as far away from me as possible. I am not blind to the rumor that I was just as ruthless as my father and once upon a time, I was but leaving for college and getting my ass kicked by depression and anxiety kind of mellowed me out in a way but people around here tend to hold on to past grudges and I get to keep my bad ass reputation. I made my way to th
Ari's POV "No, I meant it's not fair to them. I am going to beat them up" I swear Elijah almost rolled his eyes at me. "Just fight!" He snapped. I watched Jake and Jonah enter the arena, they were both my age and I know for a fact that they are mated unlike someone I know (me). "Hey, buddy" I waved with a huge smile on my face. This will not be fun. "Alphason…it's nice of you to join us" Jake said and took the first swing. I ducked and returned the favor. He didn't duck. I watched him run his tongue on his split lip and he swallowed his blood. "Lucky punch" he murmured. "Sure" I nodded sarcastically. "Any chance you will tell me why everyone is mad at me or do I have to beat it out of you?" I asked him. "Who said we are mad at you?" Jonah asked and hit my leg, he didn't miss and I fell hard on the cold floor with the air knocked out of me. "Ouch" I murmured and winced from the pain. "Stand up, I don't want to kick a man when he is down" Jonah said in-between his gritted te