Arlo Caddel I thanked the goddess over and over again. Everytime I walked into the room my mate was kept to rest, I could not help but be filled with gratitude to the goddess. I would have lost her if it had not been for her wolf, and the strange restlessness the goddess had bestowed upon me. I was in her pack that day, something in me continued to disturb me. My wolf wanted to be close to her by all means, even though we knew she would not agree to meet with us. She seemed to want nothing to do with me, and I knew why. But that day, I hung around her pack for a while. Just while I was about to have dinner in my suite, her wolf mind-linked with mine. Yes, Axl informed my wolf, his mate, of what she had planned to do. Immediately, I sprang up from my seat and dashed out of my suite. My wolf continued to mind-link with Axl, and he gave us the directions to where she had hidden herself, to where she planned to take her life. She was half-dead when I met her. But I refused to give up
Messiah Jordy He knew? Somebody, please tell me the lycan king did not just tell me that he was aware of my pregnancy, and the fact that he knew the child was his, because he was the only man I had ever been with. As I looked him dead in the eyes, my heart continued to pound against my chest. I did not want anyone to know about my child, about me. How was he able to unravel two secrets in such a short period of time? How did he manage to see through me? It was like he had someone who gave him unsolicited information about me, and it was really starting to creep me out. His face formed into a thin smile as his bright eyes watched me closely. His silver coloured hair was packed into a lose bun on top of his head. Strands of his hair fell down the sides of his face. I saw his dark orbs glitter with amusement. I could tell he had heard the questions in my head, and I knew he was making fun off me for all them. Still, I needed the answers. What was it about me that made me so easy to re
Messiah Jordy I cannot say I was very pleased by the lycan king's refusal to help me. As a matter of fact, I was far from pleased. My face contorted into a frown as I narrowed my eyes and pulled away from his embrace. I did not want him to hold me, or so much as touch me - not when he was not willing to be of help to me. I sniffed in my tears and wiped my eyes with the back of my hands. I blinked sporadically to force the rest of my tears in. When I was sure I had cried to my fill, I looked away from him and sucked in a deep breath. All the while, he continued to stare at me, not saying even a single word. "I must return to my pack," I started to speak. "It's late now, Jordy. I cannot possibly allow you..." "First thing tomorrow morning." I cut in, throwing him a stern glare. He heaved a sigh and started to move away from me. "Why so stubborn, Messiah Jordy?" "Am I now stubborn because I intend to return to my land?" I fired back, arching my right brow even higher than his was.
Messiah Jordy I could not take my eyes off the mirror I stood in front of. As I unwrapped the clothes I had used to press my full chest back into my bones, tears gathered at the corners of my eyes. Yes, I know you are most definitely tired of seeing me cry, frankly, so am I. But there was only little I could do in my present situation. My baby had insisted on staying, not that I knew why. Why did he or she insist on coming into a world that was going to skin it alive if it so much as reared its head from my stomach? What could I possibly do to protect him or her? I did not even know if I was carrying a boy or a girl, or if it made any difference. Was it going to make anyone love me any more, or hate me any less? The lycan king had said that both male and female were equal in his land, yet I could not trust his words enough. I had to find my way out of this situation, for the child and by myself. And at the moment, there was only one way to keep everyone safe; by running away.
Messiah Jordy The train got to Valley Town at exactly thirty minutes past eight that morning, but that was not the end of my journey, not at all. If anything, it was the beginning. I alighted from the train, grateful to be free from the mother and her child who reminded me too much about my situation. I walked briskly towards the ticket station and boarded the next train for a place they called Hemingsburg. I did not know where that was, I did not know what happened there, but I knew my ticket was the last available one, and the train was leaving in ten minutes. I got myself croissants and spring rolls for breakfast, seeing as I was about to embark on a six hour journey with no stops. In exactly ten minutes, my fellow passengers and I were called to begin to board the train, which we did. I was seated by the window once more, the view was therapeutic. This time, it was a lady who sat by my side, and she had headphones on throughout the journey. I did not bother to initiate a
Messiah Jordy I stayed indoors throughout my first day in New Haven. I took my time to watch their TV shows, watch their weather and traffic from my balcony. I sat down in my pyjamas for most of the day as I watched people come and go, go and come, shops open and people flock in and out. There was this coffee shop right across the road that caught my eyes. The place did seem fascinating and interesting. I had time to sink in my thoughts and plan. I was living on my own, there would be no food, money, or clothing from my parents, not even for medical care. I dared not reach out to them, because they would know where I was and what I had done. Then, the whole purpose for running would have been awfully defeated. No. I shook my head when the fleeting thought crossed my mind. I had worked far too hard to return to where I was coming from, far too hard. Here I was going to start a new life for myself. And to survive in my new life, I needed to have a job, a place to live, and food
Messiah Jordy I was excited to know that I had gotten the job in Slauson's cafe, but as a waitress. My job description did not matter at that point. All that mattered was that I was proud of myself for what I had done, for what I had achieved. It was such a little feat to some, but as I listened to him give me my warming directions, I shifted in my chair while my heart continued to swell with pride. I fought back my tears and my right hand subconsciously rubbed my stomach. Everything that I had done in the past few months was solely for the child in my stomach, and for my family. I found it shocking how I had never seen myself having a job of my own back in my pack. But now, it felt like I was in a whole new world. To be fair, it really was a whole new world. Back at my pack, a man of Slauson's age would be tending to the family business, or fighting hard to get his father's attention and a good share of the property. He would be an only child with responsibilities to his lineage -
Messiah Jordy I should have just stuck with meat, or chopped liver and lamb, I thought to myself as I poured my guts into the toilet bowl through vomit. I had been seeing the meal on the menu for sometime now, and I decided to try it for dinner that night. I sensed danger the moment my stomach and throat both seemed to disagree with the smell of the food, but once I opened it and saw how deliciously everything was arranged, I wanted to gulp the entire bowl at once. My appetite returned with full force, and I felt a fast surge of hunger sweep through me. I worked my way through the soup like a glutton. I enjoyed the spiciness, the softness of every protein that adorned the bowl of soup in front of me. But it not only adorned, it added flavour, thickness and taste. By the goddess, I was so happy, I could feel the baby in my stomach start to dance. It was the best thing I had tasted in a while, I could swear on it. Sea food had never been so intriguing for me. But that was, of course