Chapter 3

SOPHIA'S POV~

I sat on the bed in the room of our new home,  the place where we promised to grow old in each other's arms. And the same place where he brutally ended my life five years from now.

It's been two weeks since our wedding and we have finally moved in together as husband and wife.

It's been two weeks since our wedding and the air between us has only gotten thicker, our communication more toxic than it had ever been, and my plan for revenge nowhere near perfect.

"And who's fault is that?"

Ugh. Again with this stupid animal, why can't she just leave me alone?

"First of all, for your information,  I am not a stupid animal. And second, I can't leave you alone even if I wanted to. You are stuck with me, just as I'm stuck with you."

I huffed at the logic that has now become my reality,  Daisy is indeed stuck with me at least till the next time I die and I'm going to make sure that that doesn't happen anytime soon. And that reminds me.

"What did you mean by it's my fault? I have done nothing wrong,  if anything I'm the victim here."

"And that's exactly why it's your fault. You still see yourself as Sophia Turner who was betrayed by her husband, not as Sophia who is happily married to her husband. You are making him grow wary of you thus pushing him away, do you understand me?"

I turned my head to the side, too proud to admit that there might be a slim chance that Daisy was right and that I needed to get my head in the game.

She sighed at my lack of response and changed the subject.

"So when are we going on our first run?"

"Run?" My expression was set on confusion as I pondered on what she could mean by a 'run.

"A run is when werewolves go outside and shred the impurities of this world of our hearts just as we shred the clothes off our backs. It's also when you shift from our human form into our wolf form."

Shift forms? I pictured my body morphing into that of a wolf, my hands and feet turned to paws and my back bent abnormally low. I cringed as the image played before my eyes and I knew that I would never let myself go through that.

"No, there is no way I'm doing that."

"But it's customary for all werewolves to…"

"For the last time, I'm not a werewolf, I wasn't born as one in my past life and I wasn't born as one now."

"But you are a werewolf now and you have to embrace it."

"I refuse to become a monster like James!"

"Monsters will always exist, Sophia. There is one inside each of us. But an angel lives there, too. There is no more important agenda than figuring out how to slay one and nurture the other. Listen to me, you are not a monster but you are not an angel either. You are just someone who has to decide which one you want to be."

"There is nothing I need to decide because I am not a monster! And there is nothing you can do to make me change that!"

"That's not how it works, Sophia."

"Leave me alone! "

"Sophia…"

"I wouldn't accept you! I refuse to accept you. Just leave me…"

"Sophie…"

I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder and startled by the sudden touch, I spun around till I came in contact with James's deep blue eyes.

"Sophie, are you okay?"

His voice sounded so cordial and so kind that I almost ran into his arms and cried my little heart out. I almost lost myself in the warmth of his touch. Keyword, Almost.

I pulled his hand away from me and put some distance between us. I imagined the look of concern and hurt on his face to be resentment and hatred.

"Sophie, what's wrong? You have been acting strange since our wedding night. Was it something I did? Did I hurt you?"

Yes. It was something you did. It was everything you did!

"You did nothing wrong, James. Everything is fine."

I didn't have to imagine the hatred in his eyes or the resentment oozing from his pores like a contagious disease, because I saw it with my own two eyes and felt it in my marrow.

It was gone before it got a chance to fight and his twisted mind forced a look of feigned sadness to reflect in those orbs.

But I saw and that's all that matters.

"Everything is not fine, Sophie. I know something is bothering you. I can see it in your indigo eyes…"

He walked over to me and tried to touch me again but one look from me was enough for his hand to drop back to his side.

Good.

"I told you everything is fine,  James!"

"Bullshit! I call bullshit, Sophia. How can you be fine when you keep giving me this attitude?! Just talk to me, Sophia."

"There's nothing to talk about James!'

"You keep saying that,  but I can't help but get the feeling that you are keeping something from me!"

"And what might that be?"

He stood silent and stared at me with piercing eyes.

"I thought so. We're done here." I said before I got up from the bed and walked towards the door but before I even held the handle, James called out to me.

"Sophia, wait."

I paused in front of my exit and turned around to face him and gave him a listening ear. For now.

"You do know that I'm here if you ever need me, right?"

I smiled at his pitiful attempt to reassure me but he should know that the last thing I need is his vain words.

"And why do you think I haven't come to you since we got married."

I walked out the door feeling triumphant over this miniature victory. My heart swelled with pride for my achievement.

And yet why does it feel like things are about to go wrong?