Waverly's chest instantaneously felt like a ton of bricks had landed on top of it. Matteus—was it who he was talking to on the phone the other night? Why would he need to go talk to someone who threatened to steal their land right out from underneath them and start a war in order to do so? She didn't want to believe it—not only for her own sanity, but for the sake of Sawyer's. If this got out to him, she had no idea what he would do. No, she needed to tread very carefully with this and make sure she knew exactly what was going on before she told him. Suddenly, Waverly heard the front door of the house shut and the voices from the entry carried down the hallway through the small crack she had left in the door. She slammed the notebook closed and took one last look around the room to ensure that everything was how she had found it prior to rushing to the door and leaving the room, promptly. She walked down the hall and could hear Sawyer and Christopher laughing in the entry at somethin
While the words slipped out of her mouth, Waverly felt an irresistible sense of dread and tranquillity. Did she actually just say that? What was he thinking? Did he think she was insane? H*ll, she thought she was insane.Sawyer kept focused on her and stood up. Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t. He presented his hand to her, which she took, and without breaking eye contact, lifted her onto her feet and led her through the music room and down the hall to a space she had never seen. He opened the door and pulled her inside, shutting it behind them. Waverly noticed the king-sized bed and quickly understood where this was going.When Sawyer met her gaze again, his eyes were full of hunger. Waverly gulped and despite her extreme nervousness, she felt adrenaline pulse through her. Sawyer spun her around and slammed her against the wall by the door, instantly starting where they left off. His lips danced around her face, kissing her mouth, her jaw and then down her neck. Waverly's breath quickened and she b
The sun crept through the slit in the blinds, piercing Waverly's eyelids. She squinted her eyes as she opened them and looked around the room. Both her body and emotions were running low from the night before and when she glanced down, she saw Sawyer's arm draped over her stomach once more. She smiled to herself and tenderly tried to lift his arm, but he stirred in his sleep and nuzzled his head in closer to her back, pulling her in tighter. Waverly snickered quietly and started rubbing his arm to soothingly wake him."Hey," she spoke lightly. Sawyer murmured and snuggled in deeper, his breath tickling her bare back. "Not yet," he muttered; his voice was raspy and low, attracting her more than he ever had. Waverly cautiously turned her body so she was facing him and his eyes blinked open, exposing their unique and stunning features. "Yes, yet," she replied. "We have things to do today." Sawyer, who's arms were still wrapped around her, clenched around her waist. "Hmmm…like?"
Waverly bent down and grabbed her own clothing, taking one last look at the crumpled bedsheets and comforter that she and Sawyer had spent the night in. Their conversation didn't go exactly how she had hoped it would, but somehow went exactly how she knew it would. Sawyer would never open his eyes to the fact that Christopher could potentially be the one who slipped the poison—and if he was, he could also be responsible for the missing women. Waverly sighed and left the bedroom, which still smelt of Sawyer, and closed the door behind her. Lost in her own thoughts, she automatically turned to go down the hall and bumped into another body. "Whoa, there. Done with your evening so soon?" She brought her eyes forward to see Christopher standing directly in front of her, with his hands on either side of her, helping to keep her steady. Waverly took a step back and glanced down at the clothes that were in her hands, noting that she was only wearing a robe. Wonderful. "Yeah," was all s
Waverly jumped from her seat and raced to the front door. She stood in front of it, brushing her hair quickly with her fingers, and adjusting her shirt prior to opening the door. As soon as she did, a figure flew towards her, leaping into her arms."Waverly!" Isadore screeched. She tightened her hold around Waverly's neck and squeezed her sister tightly. Isadore's loose ponytail fell down alongside Waverly's shoulder as she kept a tight grip on her. Waverly laughed. "Hey, Izzy."Isadore backed up and looked into Waverly's eyes. "You're alive," she whispered in a small amount of shock."What? You thought I'd be dead? Have you met me?" "She's not wrong," Finn piped up. Isadore moved to the side out of Waverly's view and there stood Finn, his hair still in the perfect place, despite the fact that they most likely ran to Trinity Mountains. Waverly flew forward and wrapped her brother in her arms, hugging him stronger than she ever had. Her eyes watered and she wiped underneath the
Waverly entered the living room and sat down on the couch beside Isadore, handing her and Finn their drinks. "So, Sawyer…" Isadore smirked. Waverly snickered, even though her body trembled and recoiled at his name. "What about him?" "No one ever told me the Crimson Wolf was so…H*ll, I'm kind of regretting you taking my place," Isadore stated, shoving Waverly gently. "It's not all you think it's made out to be, you know," Waverly noted. "What're you talking about?!" Isadore exclaimed. "This is every girl's dream!" "That depends," Finn interrupted. "Have you had a connection?" Waverly thought back to the evening in Sawyer's office when she first felt their bond. She was so scared at first that he didn't feel it too. Her mind wandered, leading her to question…could she have ruined their bond? "Yeah, we have," was all Waverly replied as she picked at her fingernails. "So, then what's the problem?" Isadore urged, noticing the low countenance of her sister. Waverly debate
Instantaneously, Waverly ducked and rolled out of the way. Her body crashed against the gravel and an electric amount of pain rushed through her once injured arm. She lifted herself up onto her elbow, attempting to gauge her strength. However, the wolf launched at her, pinning her to the ground. He growled at her, showing each of his large incisors as he opened his mouth. Waverly stretched her arm out, reaching for the stick that was beside her, while holding the wolf at bay with her other arm. She grabbed a hold of the stick and pushed it into the wolf's mouth, using the ends of it to her advantage to push the beast off of her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. All humans were conscious to what was taking place around them when they were in wolf form, so why didn't this one? It was like it couldn't decipher what was happening around it and was acting out of pure instinct. Waverly scurried to her feet and took multiple steps back away. The wolf took another jump at her, thi
Waverly waited in the entry with her shoes and jacket on, for Finn and Isadore to wake up. After her final argument with Sawyer that morning, everything seemed to simply blur together like she was living a sequence of dreams. She didn't even remember leaving the staircase and returning to her bedroom, where she spent the remainder of the morning contemplating what Sawyer had said to her. Did he truly mean it? He'd rather die than have her here? Her heart sunk and she swallowed down the tears that tried to push through at the thought of it. Her legs started to give way, as she hadn't regained much of her strength, and she collapsed against the table in the entry. "Waverly!" Isadore exclaimed as she raced down the stairs and into her sister's arms. "Here, I've got you. Why are you standing?! You should be resting!" Waverly snivelled and wiped away the tears under her eyes with her sleeve. "I-I can't." Isadore bent down to look into Waverly's eyes and saw tears fall and hit the fl