ASTRID.The moment Logan and I are done training, I am panting heavily."I have got to admit." He smirks, "You are pretty good."I spent years training with my father, mastering his every move, learning the tactics, when to attack and when to stay, even after being in that dungeon, all that training with him paid off."Thank you." I try not to look at his face, try not to see that smirk that reminds me of Zeke’s, try not to convince myself of the trap that I am falling into."If you want to do this again, you can always call me." He offers, and I sense the tone in his voice, but I just nod my head, the distance between us is close, but then he takes a step back and walks away.I stare at his retreating figure, something about his presence, about their presence is intimidating, like they have some sort of secret they are keeping. Life is like distant memories, we are just trying to pull the past and future together and jumble it in the present.What’s wrong with me? Why am I thinking a
ZEKE.I hate whenever the sun is setting down, because it reminds me of a memory I so wish to forget. I stay awake every night, tugging at my pillow, trying to question the moon goddess.Like always, I lie on my bed, memories of the past filling my mind, everything swirling until it explodes, it’s almost the crack of dawn when I stand and walk towards the courtyard, it’s quiet. I presume.I come here every night and stare at the sky, wish for anything, another life, trying to have something I can’t get, tonight will be the same but now, I see a figure on the bench, as though she is made from heaven, long blonde hair shining white in the dawn light, a wine robe etched on her body.I take a step towards her, she’s staring at the reflection of the water, my dark blue eyes peek in and she lets out a gasp before swirling to look at me in the eye.There’s fear in those eyes, then confusion, then something else that I don’t know.I push in a smirk, before crouching to take a layer of the wat
ASTRID.It’s as though I am swimming in a pool of darkness, my vision blurry, everything I see is a vivid image, crumpled up together and shown to me in pieces.I try to blink my eyes open: Light strikes towards my lids, it’s getting brighter and brighter, and then I see a pair of worried eyes gazing upon me.“Oh. Dear, you are awake.” I recognize those graying hair, sharp green eyes. Madam Yv.I try to sit up, but my whole body aches, like a hammer being driven on my system.“Darling, please rest.” Madam Yv says, her eyes a layer of concern, and instantly, my body grows warm. I lay back on the bed, the soft pillow a support to my head.“Zeke has been so worried since yesterday, I don’t know when last I have seen him that way.” I want to say something but she keeps talking, she holds my hand and bobs out of the stool. “I will go prepare something nice for you, wait here. Love.”I can’t actually go anywhere because my body hurts. The moment the door closes behind me, I start to ponder,
ZEKE.Madam Yv told me to rest, but I won’t, resting is not for people like me, I don’t deserve to lie down and sleep, I don’t deserve to even close my eyes, because when I do, I am hit with memories.Some memories we try to keep, and some we just wish it goes away, but there’s a line between distant memories and memories that we want to keep.Currently, I am in the room gazing outside the window. This room is lovely, the view from here is great, I can see the whole courtyard from here. The pack-house consists of fifty bedrooms, history rooms, meeting rooms, studies, and dining rooms.I trace my hand along the outline of the window, my breath suddenly growing jagged. The door clicks behind me, and I turn only to see Logan fuming.“What did you do last night?” He growls, his voice hidden behind a shake. “She could have known!”“I am guessing Madam Yv told you, now, if you don’t mind. Step out of my room.” I say dryly, not bothering to move from my place.Logan and I have a secret, a se
ZEKE.“Are you insane?”I peel my lips to say something, but Logan already beat me to it, he has already risen up, dark gray eyes staring around, Logan is not a saint when he’s angry.And, I think that a marriage proposal without one’s knowledge is enough to reel the demon inside someone, such as right now, especially with this pack counselor.“I don’t think you have a choice, else their rogues will continue waging the forests and we won’t be able to cross the border again, besides everyone has arranged marriages these days, your parents had it.” He said, clutching the scroll in his hand. Anger boils inside me, but I just watch Logan fume.That was why my mother was never happy, that was why she would gaze outside the window with longing eyes, pleading to be loved, every time, I overheard their conversations, my mother begging for his love, but he betrayed her, left her.Was she pathetic begging for his love? Longing, desiring for him, he was controlling her, calling that love, I don’
ASTRID.“Hey Juni.” I call out, my mind piquing with curiosity.“Hmm?” She says, her eyes are focused on the book she’s reading, we are seated on the bench in the garden, the blooming flowers in our sight, the gentle breeze making me feel warm.“How long do you heal from injuries?” I don’t even know why I am asking, but I want to know.She purses her lips into a thin line. “I don’t know, maybe a week or so?” Her eyebrow rose, and dread washes over her brown eyes. “Why? Did something happen to you?”“No.” I hurriedly, I noticed that Juniper loves to worry, she has a heart of gold, and I hope no one uses it against her, she’s just so pure and innocent, always worrying, no one knows about the fall, just Madam Yv, if she knows, she will be worrying sick.Why had his injuries healed immediately, I am worried, I shouldn’t be, but I am and it scares me.Juni concentrates back on her book and continues reading, my mind is wheeling around different thoughts, something seems to be occupying my
ZEKE.I like having breakfast alone, because it makes me think about everything, but having breakfast with my brother and Madam Yv is like a living hell.Madam Yv pops the dumpling into her mouth, “The Alpha’s daughter is coming today.” She stares between Logan and I with that mischievous glint of hers, sometimes I wonder how she and my mother were best friends.“She is.” Logan replies calmly, his sticks twisting the noodles.“I can’t wait to see which of you she is going to pick, I hope she has a fine taste of sexy, because my boys are going to be the center of attention today.” She smiles wistfully.“Madam Yv.” Logan says, ears heating. “There are some things you shouldn’t say at your age.”“What?” Her lips parted apart, and she laughed. “Age doesn’t define anything, I can say anything I want, sexy or not.”Logan sighed and murmured something like ‘Oh goddess, please help her.’ and took a sip out of the tea. Again, I am thinking about her, those fine lips, structured collarbones, sh
ASTRID.Omegas have the right to do the same things that other werewolves do: Their job isn’t always to clean, to be like a maid, we have lives too and we can’t live it constantly trying to please other people.So, when Mrs. Perry told us we were going to be working our butts off at the party, I fumed. While everyone was busy chatting and drinking, we would be the one passing off the drinks, if I were the Alpha, maybe I would change the rules a bit.“It’s not a bad thing.” Juni says, smiling weakly. “We could snuggle some drinks along the way.”Juniper is the one who likes to obey and do: I rebel and don’t do.I was passing the drinks to the Gamma’s daughter when the announcer blew the trumpet. Like everyone, I focused my eyes on the door, eager to get a glance, even though she isn’t here yet, I wished she wasn’t.She could just go, and I would be glad, but she’s coming, it creates a tug in my heart to even see her.‘Is it because of Zeke?’ My wolf, Aya, calls out.‘Shut up.’ I tell h