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Dr Phil felt crazy, Fred's reception to his alleged sighting of the missing lady made him feel like he was going nuts and the fact he might be needing a psychiatrist soon, but he wasn't decisional. He knew what he saw.“I swear on my late father's grave, I saw her. She was the one and she was so much more beautiful than the last time we both saw her.“Fred chuckled at his narration, reaching for his whisky glass.“You might need some of this.“ Phillip felt anger rise at how unserious Fred took him, “I am not delusional Fred, I know what I saw.“ He said pointedly, his voice a pitch high.Fred passed him a cold glare, “You might want to tone down.““I am sorry for raising my voice, but it's frustrating when you try to paint me as delusional.“ He apologized, she had a faint scar where she had head trauma and her hazel eyes...I am not delusional. She is the one.“Fred took him more seriously, suddenly in deep thought. “…And I am sure her “friend” threw a tomato can at me, to break my hol
Nathan felt his office seat sink further not because of his form on it but from the burden of the pack, his father's death, and the sorrow and sadness residing within him since Kiara's disappearance. Every day of his life was torture, but he can't say he didn't bring this upon himself. Reaching for his tea getting cold every second, he sipped a little of it going back to face his work, piles of Pack work. He was the Alpha, this was his job. The door creaked open revealing the last person he expected in his office, his mother. Since his father passed on she had her appearance with zero makeup, her hair resumed its position in a bun but she seemed too cold now, her blue eyes lacking the lustre of life and the haughtiness always dancing within them. Colder than the former Luna Avery, she was ruthless, he thought it has to do with the grief and hoped this too was a phase. The smirk she had on her face grew as she gracefully walked into his office, drawing a seat for herself she sat dow
She dug her feet into the boot, heaving as she pulled them up to fit properly, her hair sweeping the board. Xander turned his focus, to other things but her, he needed to. Zipping up his jacket, he heard her waddle close to him, a rosy smiling face in view. It was very cold, winter was about to begin and the temperature was dropping steadily. “You are stubborn.“He stated, she scrunched her face at him in the silliest way to rile him up but he found her adorable. “I enjoy being that.“ “You passed out the last time you came out with me, clearly you need to rest more. If you were not so stubborn, you would be hale.“ She sighed at his complaints, “Why are you never cheerful?“ She asks accusatorily. He narrowed his eyes at her, she did think of him to be a nice guy. His soft brown orbs, beautiful angular face and long hair but his real self popped out soon like a bad pimple, she peered hard at him a little, earning a frown from him, his beards were growing as well. She attempted tou
Everything about her was ethereal. The reason why she can't be here, it was too risky for her. If anyone knows what she is, they would hunt for her. He watched from his peripheral vision as she stood to her feet, went into the house and turned his focus to place the log on the flat surfaced stump. He picked up the axe and with incredulous strength spilt the log into two halves with one blow. Lena trudged out of the house as she sipped up some water to regain her strength but the last thing she expected to see was Xander in a T-shirt revealing his lean muscular physique his toned arms in the air as he held on to the axe before cutting the wood open. He heaved once more, splitting the wood further. She flinched at the brute force of the whole scene but find herself getting lost in how good-looking he was. His long hair was tied into a messy man bun, and his jacket was tied around his waist, all these made him look rugged and extremely charming at the same time. He was effortlessly
Pain flashed through her as the knife passed through her for the umpteenth time, her insides twisting. The unknown person with green eyes had more malice in their eyes than the last time they stabbed her. Lena tried to see beyond those eyes, she tried fighting through the incredulous pain and reach out for her stabber's face to scratch or claw at it, they vanished. Like a darks smoke, the green eyes tormenting her.Who is this person? Lena asked, getting agitated by the second. Her vision was also starting to fade as blood oozed out of her body. She fell into a familiar suffocating darkness in time to wake up from her terrifying nightmare all drenched up in sweat and fear. She turned the lamp on, her eyes wild in fear, looking for someone with green eyes who might be in the room. While her hands were automatically over her abdomen region where she was stabbed, feeling suffocated in the room she dashed outside looking for one person.Xander. She walks over to his room, knocking and
Lena stared at her perplexed, What's a moon-goddess? Her cool hand intertwined with Lena sweaty nervous palm, a part of her has reached the conclusion. She stood to her feet, Lena following suit it felt natural to follow her, her presence provided a serene aura the type she needed to bask herself in following her encounter with the green eyed person who stabs her. “You my dear don't know me.“ Her voice was calm and soothing, it was as if she responded to the question that was conceived in Lena's confused mind, she paused a bit. “But your forgotten self do.“ Lena felt confused further, “My forgotten self?“ “A part of you you can no longer remember.“ How did she know she lost an integral part of her memory? “Am I a friend of yours…moon-goddess?“ She hesitated before calling out what she supposed to be her name. “You are like my child, the whole pack is, you no exception.“ Her talk only made Selena confused. Was she her mother? But if she was, won't she bear some resemblance w
Warm rays from the window flooded the room, some falling on Lena's face. She stirred a bit and herveyes fluttered open. Feeling well rested but still groggy, she sat up half straight and scanned her environment.She was back in the house and this room? She thought, confused at how she ended up back in. Her last recollection was from the forest, with that strange woman, she tried recollecting how she ended up back here but things weren't adding up.Throwing the duvet off herself, she felt odd as she stood her vision fuzzy with different spectrum of light interfering with her vision. Is she hallucinating? After some while it cleared up and she felt oddly powerful, strong even. What a weird way to start the morning? She was already confused with her existence to be experiencing these things things.Tired of her hair being like a wild bird's nest , all over the place, she folded it into a low bun and sauntered outside her room. Xander wasn't around the last time she was 'awake' still no
He stood up unable to comprehend whatever she was saying.First she left the house, and ventured into God knows where and met someone.“The moon what?“He asked overwhelmed by the these she was saying.“And you left beyond the log cabin?“ He sucked in a breath.“Are you going to get mad now?“ “I am mad, what if something had happened to you?“ He turned his back on her to hide the arrays of emotions.“She didn't seem dangerous, she was beautiful and had a calm way of talking.“He craned his head back to her as she referred to the person she supposedly met in the forest.“You are joking about this, right?“ He asked. “Why would I joke?“ She said exasperated, feeling hungry.She pouts at him, “Xander I am hungry.“ He narrows his eyes at her reminding himself to remain stern. It felt impossible but he needed not to fall for her natural charms.“No food for you today,” he blurts out, walking away from her view.“What?!“She exclaimed, following him like he expected.“Why?“She asks.“You st