The TruthElinor stared at the dusty old page of a book. In it was a painting of a woman she now knows as Esmeralda.“I found it in the very old section of books inside a public library.”Her fingertips traced down the woman’s floating hair. The paper was crisp and thin because of the times it endured to survive inside that library.A light press on the paper and she is certain the whole thing would dismantle.Max secured the page with a stand and clear cover so that its pages will not be blown by the wind. It looked so fragile that may have been the reason why Max decides to paint the woman on his canvas just in case the whole book would break into smaller pieces.“I was just looking at the section when I saw this. The book was already opened for anyone to see. That’s how my eyes caught her,” Max said.“I dreamt of her,” she said.Max’s eyes widened with shock.“Are you certain?” He asked.But Elinor had never been more certain in her life. This is the woman. The one who changed the
The Deal BreakerA moment of silence grew between the two of them. Her green eyes locked with Esmeralda’s bright blue ones.Her brows furrowed with confusion. “Me? Bring you… back to life?” she shot back, and no matter how hard she tries, she cannot make sense of it.“You heard it right, Elinor,” Esmeralda replied, her face serious, no hint of jest in her voice.“But that is impossible. To raise someone from the dead is just impossible.”Above their heads, the full moon appeared as the wind blew the thick clouds that once covered it. The two of them stand face to face with each other, their intertwined hands in between them.“It is not impossible, at least for someone like you, Elinor. Raising someone back to life is a possible task for you are the second hybrid of a werewolf and witch”Hearing that felt as though some unseen force hit her whole body, making her shiver, her strength slipped away and if not for Esmeralda holding her hand, she might as well be rolling down the hill for
One Afternoon“Elinor, are you alright?” Colin rushed to her side. He grabbed her by the shoulders making her stand to her feet.She was still a bit disoriented. Her eyes remained on the dried blood left on the spot where the rabbit was.“Hey, hey. Look at me.” She felt his hand on her jaw, turning her face so that she could directly meet his gaze.“Eli, what happened?” His voice demanded, filled with concern.But his words are of no use to snap from her acting deaf and mute because she just witnessed a dead rabbit come back to life.Colin held her hand, leading her as they walked back to the trunk where their other weapons are.His eyes searched her whole body, looking for a wound or anything that might cause her to suddenly act like she had been struck by something, leaving her speechless and in a state of shock.She is a were-witch. She just confirmed it herself.What she did back there was a form of sorcery. She is sure of it. Because how else can bringing someone back to life wor
RoguesColin's blue eyes scanned the clearing of the forest, searching for Elinor only to find that she had been looking at him.It was only a matter of seconds now before the hunt would start. All members of the pack gathered around the clearing, everyone shifted into their werewolf form.His fur was the blackest among black. While his mate has the most beautiful white coat, her green eyes made her stand out from the rest.He ran towards Elinor, his paws touching the soft wet grass.Elinor met him halfway, leaving Bonnie and Max in their former spot.They both rubbed on each other's fur, his long snout teasing her.When they are in their wolf form, they could not speak like how their human form can. But thanks to their eyes, they can have a silent conversation with each other.Just follow me around, don't wander far. He tried to communicate with her.Elinor blinked her eyes two times, with every blink, her emerald eyes shone.It is almost time. They all can feel it.Together, they we
The PlanColin howled to call for help, even though he knows that there is a small chance that he can be heard by his pack.In times such as the annual hunt, creatures like him were lost to their deep innate instinct. Every one of beings alike only had one thing on their mind at such time: to hunt prey, whether it be small or big. Attending to help someone seemed to be their last concern. However, Colin never stopped howling to call for anyone in his pack to help him as he tends to Elinor who is now weakened. Her eyes are doozy, and her breathing is unstable.Can you switch back to your human form? he asked her.Elinor's eyes locked with his. She pats them, and then she slowly nods her head.She switched to her frail human form, naked as a baby. The wounds she endured are in her lower abdomen, and she endured a scratch on her right arm.Her big curly hair covers her breasts. Colin's eyes checked for any hidden wounds but were relieved when there were no more wounds apart from the one
His Runaway Mate Her surroundings were a blur, a ringing in her ears making her flinch, her hands gripped her hair in frustration. Had she been dreaming? If she is, how long? Her body was so heavy to even lift. It's as if she had laid down on her bed for a couple of days.She managed to sound out undecipherable words, but however faint her voice is, it gets the attention of someone near her."You're awake!" She heard a familiar voice. Was it Bonnie? Perhaps it is. Although she was not sure about it because her visions right now are blurry, and the face of this woman is swirling.Her mind is filled with questions. How long has she been asleep? What happened at the annual hunt? Why can't she remember a thing at all?The woman rushed outside, but then not long after she came back with a company."She will be fine, Bon. She will be," a low voice said, the person approaching her. His hand touched her forehead and the other lift up the blanket covering her body.Elinor blinks her eyes a c
A FarewellShe stood long by their cabin's door, finding the courage to open it and go inside without breaking down into tears.There are a lot of reasons why she would break down and cry. But she understood she had no time for it.Hell, I cannot even afford the time to cry now. A voice in her head said.She has to go somewhere far. She has to. For if she stayed longer, and even if Colin's family wanted to take her in into their estate, she will not stand every single day of it.Not when Colin broke her heart, and she had to stay in the same place as him. That is not something she can manage.It hurts a lot. But she mustered up her courage and strength to leave the estate. Which she did, unnoticed.She did feel bad for not saying her farewell to Tatiana, Conrad, and Bonnie. It is not because she doesn't want to. It's that she cannot face them in a such state she is in.She looked like a mess. She is too hurt to face anyone without bursting into tears. And so she did what she thought w
A New LifeElinor had been wandering the streets for three straight days. She is observing the ways of people, their routines, and how everything works.Apparently, she wound up in a city that seemed to never sleep. It is bustling no matter if it is daytime or nighttime. She can see people everywhere, minding their own life.She sat down on a bench beside an old lady who had red lips considering her age, and her hair with an odd color. It's yellow.After how many days of observing, Elinor found out how everything revolved around a piece of paper that is secured in a pocket.Everybody seems to have it, money. That's how she'll live and maintain her life here.But there is a problem though. Elinor does not know how she can exchange the emeralds that Boonie gave her. She had not seen one person who bought a thing with a stone. It's always papers they hand to the seller.And so, Elinor sat down, asking this sophisticated-looking old lady, hoping she is the right person to ask."Excuse me,