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
Waverly watched as the sun rose the next morning. She gathered her clothes and threw a bag over her shoulder, heading down the stairs for a quick bite to eat. After a few days of rest, she felt more energetic than she had recently, even with a scratched-up arm. "Morning, dear," Aviana greeted as Waverly descended the stairs. She smiled and made her way to their small island and sat down. Aviana placed a plate of pancakes in front of her and Waverly sniffed up the scent. "Mmm, what's the special occasion?" she asked, taking a bite of the steaming food."Your success," her mother replied. "And also, you. I'm so proud of you, baby." "I second that," her father said, coming around the corner from the staircase. "You'll make one heck of a Luna." He bent down and kissed the top of her head and then acknowledged her mother in a more affectionate manner. "How did you guys—" "Isadore," they both said at the same time. Her parents laughed and for the first time since her arrival, Wave
Waverly was unable to comprehend everything she had discovered. She looked around her to see where she was and realized just how far into the forest she had really gone. The trees covered the sky, but the sun peeked out from behind a branch, enough that she could regain her sense of direction. She turned around and headed from where she came. She had to get to the mansion and tell Sawyer—no matter how scared she was to see him and regardless of their feelings for one another, he needed to know. Waverly launched forward and landed in the clearing where she started at the edge of the forest. She then made a sharp turn and followed the tree line to Trinity Mountains. The air burned her eyes as she sailed ahead, but she didn't care—if Christopher was behind everything and was working with Matteus, she had to get to Sawyer, and fast. She didn't know what it had to do with the Lunar Eclipse; she was only certain that it was something bigger than anyone could have imagined. As the mansi