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Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 30
Even though the tension in the room was suffocating, my parents and I managed to come up with a plausible story for my disappearance. We predicted all of the questions and created the answers. Bethany informed the police that I was discharged and was finally ready to be interrogated. How she got a doctor to play along with the act is beyond me. They came to the house, a man and a woman, and spoke as if not to scare me away. They revised the pictures of my wounds and inquired about every single detail: who they were, their appearance, and what they wanted. I answered as truthfully as I could, except for the purpose of my abduction. I played the role of the devastated victim: fragile, defeated, and heartbroken, to prevent them from confronting me. My parents stood beside me, one on each side, encouraging and aiding the scenario of the destroyed family coming together. It takes us about 2 hours before they're satisfied, though I doubt this will be the last time I hear from them. Onc
Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 31
I open my eyelids and focus on the middle-aged man in front of me. His full beard, bald head, and relaxed posture strangely put me at ease, as if I were talking to my own father. His calm green eyes try to read right into mine. What does he see? Desperation? "Why did Sean banish his son?" I ask defeatedly. It's not much to go on, I'm relying on pure instinct and curiosity, but I have nothing else to tether to. He crosses his arms and replies nonchalantly. "Because of what the hybrids did to his son."I nod. Everyone knows this much. The hybrids scarred his son. However, I remember the discomfort my dad displayed when he mentioned this, how he said he could never have put me through something like that, and so, I follow his lead."Because of a mark? What, Sean can't handle a scar?" I provoke. The result is immediate. Fierceness replaces tranquility, battling among his wrinkles, anger directed at the perpetrators. Rage that I recognize all too well. "It's more than that," he takes
Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 32
Today, I see the graves. Today, I finally say goodbye. And so, I'm all nervous energy, walking around my room aimlessly, just trying to calm down. I barely slept, too afraid of the monsters lying waiting for me with open mouths and sharp teeth.Devin and my parents have tried in vain to calm me down these past couple of days. I can see the worry that oozes off them in waves. Even though being near them is a welcoming distraction, it's not enough. As the hands of the clock get closer to the desired time, my heart escalates to an alarming rhythm, the blood quickly traveling through my veins, rushing, screaming, begging for relief. My mind is so scattered that I've successfully tricked myself into believing that the scars on my back are open. I keep glancing at the mirror to assure myself it's only an illusion. The hallucination is so real that the scent of blood tickles my nose, and my back burns exactly like it did all those days of torture. My brain keeps balancing between past and
Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 33
By the time we hit the road, I'm convinced my heart has finally and utterly given up. My mind swirls around the kiss I shared with Devin, trying- and failing- to make sense of what exactly happened back in my room. Does this change things between us? Does it have to? Still, it's a welcoming distraction from the overwhelming and all-consuming anxiety creeping steadily on me. My mom drives while Devin cheerfully chats away with her from the passenger seat. There's a boyish grin plastered on his face, threatening to split his lips, something that wasn't there this morning. It's strangely fascinating how at ease with each other they seem to be, how the conversation just flows. I can only hope one day to have the same ability. To walk without my ghost's weight crushing me or to endure it as they do. How do they do it? Every so often, Devin glances back at me and smiles with abandon. I know this is just a ruse, a trick to stray his conscience away from the lingering worry. Worry for
Sacrificed Warrior Prologue
My heart beats in a frantic rhythm, and adrenaline courses through my body with each thunderous contraction. My mind is scattered with too many scenarios that could destroy my only chance of escape.I clench my fists as I press my ear closer to the door, listening to the chaos that quickly spread through the compound. Screams permeate the air, and a part of me is destroyed every time the echoes reach me.Somewhere out there, the person who raised me that cared for me is on a killing spree, maddened with the loss of her mate. Somewhere out there, Natalie is ready to fight these men until her last breath. We orchestrated this plan years ago, already knowing that one of them would be assassinated. It was only a matter of time. Still, losing them both is agony.I swallow my sorrow and grab the necklace around my neck, squeezing it tight. It's a simple heart-shaped pendant hanging from a rusty chain. It's also my most prized possession. This symbolizes Natalie and Adrian, their love for e
Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 1
The colorful shops, the bursting-to-the-brim coffee shops, the cars that hurriedly pass the avenue, and even the people themselves are fascinating. Everything feels so strange, so intense. It's tremendously hard to get used to seeing so many people. For years, all I could do was imagine the outside world, and now that I'm finally here, I can never let go. I'm mesmerized by the sky, how the clouds chase each other in a never-ending race, and how the sun displays itself so proudly.These people have the most magnificent miracle above their heads and do not glance up. They take these mundane things for granted, unaware of the unfortunate ones that would give anything to be this free. Instead, they look at the ground or their phones. Some are in such a rush that they don't see anything at all. So many saddened faces pass through me, and no one bothers to slow down.As I absorb the world around me, I vow that if I ever find myself safe, I'll stare at the sun every single day because every
Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 2
Tyler doesn't slow down until we reach the modest house standing in the middle of the woods. The pack house is the living quarters of the alpha and the warrior. In cases of emergency, it's also the shelter for all Jason's subordinates. Most days, it's deserted so as not to attract unwanted attention. Today is no different, it seems. Richard was ushered into the house long before I reached it, and I'm glad. My patience is already short on a good day, and I'm sure I couldn't handle his taunting without breaking his neck. The two-story house is poorly kept, showing the years that rippled through her. White paint cascades down the exterior walls, showing the cement below; the windows have a layer of dust preventing the entrance of the light and bars covering them. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it had been abandoned for a few months now. I pass a living room but have no time to stand and look as I'm rushed to the office. My eyes quickly avert to the enormous maple table in the
Sacrificed Warrior Chapter 3
Their arms stay wrapped around me for the longest time. It's strange to be in such proximity to other people. It took me months to allow Natalie to get near me, even more, to let her touch me; it was years before I let her hug me, but with them it's almost easy. It takes what seems like hours for the tears to dry from our eyes. Distance has its own way of destroying the soul, and the cracks in our bodies are already showing. When the two other people in the room become too much to ignore, we're forced to stand and separate. Alpha Jason is about my height and lean; from his frame, I'd never say he was the alpha of this pack. His body appears more prepared to sit behind a desk than to fight, but this, I know, is an illusion. To become a leader, he had to undergo a series of cruel tests, and brutal challenges. He was crafted to defeat all potential opponents. As I stare into his almond eyes, I sense the danger that lurks underneath. I remind myself that a fighter isn't only measured b
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