MasukCassiel is the world’s worst patient. He’s terrible at following instructions, he’s cold and rude to people trying to help, and he’s clingy. The last part affects only me because I have to be the buffer between him and the nurses. Especially the older one, whom he seems to have problems with. She likes me. Said I was a model patient. One who didn’t cause any trouble.Meanwhile, my dear partner had them switch him to a bigger room. They didn’t have one, so they had to turn their largest supply closet into a room. It was annoying for everyone. Especially the younger doctors and nurses who kept walking in thinking it was the supply closet. Cassiel would then growl at them, and they’d run. He was a burden to everyone. I was only allowed to leave him for two hours per day to shower and get some things done. Then he’d either leave to come find me, or I’d get a call to come back. There’s no bathroom in the supply closet, he told them to give us one of the rooms nearby to use the bathroom
I don’t know where I am, but I’m already tired of being here. Those are the first words that come to my mind when I wake up in a sterile, white, bland, ugly-looking room without my mate in it. I sighed and sorted out my inner beast to calm me. He was fine, a bit dimmed at the loss we took. Creighton might be dead, but I scarcely remembered what happened during the fight. I only know I saw Aurielle. She was beautiful. The angel sent to save me. What would I have done without her? She killed him. She won this fight. She’s amazing. I have to marry her as soon as I can get out of this bed. Is she okay? Alive? She doesn’t need more damage and pain in her life. She’s already been through more than enough. I turned my head slightly to see where the call button was, but instead, I spotted Matthias sitting on a plastic chair next to my bed. He was staring at me with a guilty look. I narrowed my eyes and tried to speak. Fuck, bad idea. My throat was dry, and suddenly everything hurt. That s
Okay, so holding someone innocent hostage is probably not a kind person move. I could say something like ‘war has no place for kindness,’ but that would be saying I’m a soldier who kills or something like that. I am not. I don’t wanna be here. All the bravado is slowly fading, and I’m contemplating whether this was worth it. The closer Creighton gets, the more I realize he’s counting on me not being willing to risk his daughter’s life. He’s counting on my kindness. He's calling my bluff. If I push her away, then he’ll kill me. If I don’t, will he stop last minute?Am I willing to take that gamble?I sighed and glanced at Eliana, who was shaking. I kicked her away, causing her to release Ceila, then I pushed the screaming girl towards the reporter. Clutching my knife like that would somehow protect me. Claws dug into my shoulders, and the full weight of Creighton sent me falling back into the ground. I whipped my head to the side, avoiding his first attack.He lunged his head forwar
I’ve done a lot of stupid things in my life. Some have led me to the doorstep of death, and others have come with little to no consequences. Today though? I’ve got to applaud myself for the stupid decision I made to run into the woods. My wolf just felt like that was the more likely place Cassiel could be, and I took off without thinking. What a dumb thing to do. Now I’m lost. I don’t know why I did this. I have to find Cassiel, but I also don’t want to be stranded here forever. I stopped abruptly, almost tripping over something. My heart was pounding hard against my ribs. It hurt. I exhaled loudly and glanced around. The dense trees and the cloudy skies made it difficult for me to see where I was coming or going. I tapped at my jean pockets and whipped out my phone. Oh, thank god, I still have it. I pulled up the map. I’m not sure where I am, but I can find my way out eventually. I shoved the phone back and decided to do things the old school way. With my ears and nose. Those pic
We don’t get fights like this anymore. We’re modernized werewolves; fists, blades, maybe a firearm if someone’s desperate—that’s our usual. But seeing two primal wolves in their true forms, tearing into each other? Claws, teeth, raw power cracking through the air? It would’ve been mesmerizing if the rest of us weren’t getting swarmed by a pack of idiot witches.The old witch on our side was doing her part, cutting off their magic and keeping them from helping Creighton—but that left me stuck guarding her. And these witches aren’t stupid. They know someone’s interfering.I haven’t had to kill a witch in a long time.And these witches are really testing me.One of them screeched and lunged for the old witch, who was still in the car. Lost in a fog of magic. I caught her mid-air and slammed her into the dirt. Another came from my blind side; I grabbed her, twisted, and threw her down on top of the first. Their twin shrieks ripped through my skull, sharp enough to make my vision blur.Blo
Eliana and I headed up the stairs. We could hear music blasting through one of the doors, so this place isn't exactly sound proof. It's not like Ceila can't afford a house. Her grandparents did leave her their home as well, but she prefers to live in this apartment complex because it's closer to her work. Eliana pulled out her phone to check on the fight, and I looked away. I didn't want to panic, then lose sight of the part I'm supposed to be playing. But I could hear the whispers even though she'd lowered the volume. The reporter was screaming; something had gone wrong. Eliana tensed next to me, then turned the screen off and shoved her phone back into her pocket. The sounds I'd heard didn't make me feel confident, but since I didn't see it, I can delude myself into thinking everything is perfectly fine. I stepped up the stairs, eventually stopping on the third floor. My heart was pounding, and my nerves were all over the place. I raised my hand, curling my fingers into a fist,







