Little by little, after some time of battling the fear that’s smoldering in my chest, I finally hear other noises aside from what my heartbeats are producing.“Mackenzie! Mackenzie!” Davide’s voice pirouettes in my ears, completely abating the aggressively loud thuds of my heart. Davide quickly squeezes the coat inside the box, then slumps the lid on the box, before carefully pulling me down back to my seat. “Water, please!” he yells. A few moments later, a staff member enters the room with three bottles of water in his hands. He offers me one, then lays the other two on the table, before stepping out again. Since I can’t properly think or move, Davide assists me in ripping the bottle’s cup. My hands tremble as I inch the bottle’s rim close to my drying lips. The coldness of the water that speeds through me alleviates a huge lump of the heat in my chest, giving me the ability to breathe well again. The blurriness in my eyes also disappears and the first one they capture when the
DAVIDE’S POV: Mackenzie’s palm is cold and her hand is trembling. The heaving of her chest is unusually unsteady and the breaths she’s producing is terrifyingly heavy. I no longer pay attention to the models on the runway coz my eyes refuse to depart from Mackenzie. They continue to study her, to analyze what’s wrong with her, what’s bothering her, what she’s actually feeling. But before I can achieve some clarification, a sudden alarm foams in the air when she lifts her chin up to gasp for air. “Mackenzie, are you okay,” I ask. She doesn’t respond, let alone glance at me. She continues to wheeze as her shoulders are drawing up. A few seconds later, the stiffness of her body slackens. Her shoulders and her back slump. They don’t stop slumping until her entire body slides down from her chair. I attempt to pull her up with our still clasped hands, but panic gets to me first that I’m unable to react fast enough. A thud echoes when her body hits the side of the runway stage. “Mackenz
The doctor redoes Mackenzie’s test and it comes out just the same - her blood is way hotter and her heartbeats and pulses are way faster than a regular patient’s. But as the doctor told me the first time, they can’t determine the reasons behind these abnormalities. “Davide, if you like, we can send Mackenzie’s blood sample and medical report to different laboratories here in France, so we could know if we should worry about her situation or not. If you still don’t get a satisfying result, then we can send her medical sample to the best laboratories in the US,” Vivienne says. Her suggestion is the only thing I can cling on to to reduce the anxiety that’s crisscrossing through my nerves. “That’s a good idea. I’ll do that. I can’t settle on the doctor’s words that Mackenzie isn’t sick when there are obviously abnormalities in her body. We have to treat whatever rare illness Mackenzie has before it’s too late,” I reply. The thought of losing Mackenzie generates moisture in my tight-
Based on the information I’ve read about lycanthropy, lycans have the ability to shapeshift into humans. Not only that they can look like us, but they can also speak, act and think the way we do. I squeeze my eyes shut while massaging the sides of my forehead with my fingertips and clutching my cell phone in my hand. I’ve not returned back to the bedroom coz it’s certain that I won’t be able to fall asleep, so going back there will only be a waste of effort. Plus, I might unintentionally wake Mackenzie up. I sit on the chair in the balcony, staring blankly at nowhere while my mind throttles with my insane thoughts about Macknezie’s oddly inexplicable medical results and Vivienne’s disturbingly unbelievable assumption about it. It can’t be possible that Mackenzie is a… is a… I can’t even bring myself to say the word as my memory trips me back to the moment I heard a growl of what seems to be from a huge, wild animal when I was forcing myself to Mackenzie the first day we met.
MACKENZIE’S POV: My legs slide down from Davide’s hips as he pulls away from our passionate kiss. I level my soles on the wet tiled-floor while still dangling my arms over his broad shoulders. The love that’s coursing in and out of me is so welcoming that letting it go will be very regretful. I want this to last… I want this to foreve-... Davide opens his eyes and a reaction, I’m not expecting in a million years, emerges through him. His eyes, widening. His gray pupils, trembling. He's as if seeing a nightmare right in front of him. The love that overflows in and out of me quickly dries out while panic starts to gush through. I flump down my arms from his shoulders, then step away in wobbling steps. “Davide, are you okay?” The fear on his face continues to darken. His breaths are also becoming rough and unsteady. “Davide, what’s happening? Talk to me!” Again, he doesn’t respond. Instead, he rushes out of the bathroom in staggering steps. Thudding and screeching from the bedroom
Davide and I are already clothed and have already packed all our things up. Even so, we’re still stuck in this penthouse. It’s been almost an hour since he’s on his phone with Vivienne. Though he’s on the balcony and there’s a glass door that separates him and the living area where I’m standing, his angry voice is still penetrating through. Thanks to my keen sense of hearing, I’m able to clearly hear every single word he’s saying. “I told you, Vivienne! I’m not allowing you or anyone to send Mackenzie’s blood sample to any laboratory!” If there’s a pause, it’s short. It’s either he’s catching his breath or he’s listening to whatever Vivienne is saying. “It’s not your problem anymore! I’ll monitor her health. I’ll take care of her.” He forcefully removes his phone from his ear. When he turns around towards the sliding glass door, the remainder of his anger is still plastered all over him. His face is red and clenched and his glare is so fierce that it can probably shatter the glas
Once our wolves take over our appearances, they also rule over our minds and control our actions. I can identify what’s happening through the lenses of my lycan eyes, but I can’t do anything else aside from that.My torn clothes dangle all over me. My saliva gushes in between my canines. My feral growl explodes out of my vibrating throat. As I’m getting to my feet… or should I say, my paws, all pairs of eyes that are directed at me are unblinkingly wide. All bodies are shakingly paralyzed. All mouths are hanging open, some release scream, others release halted breaths. Finally, one clear voice, Errol’s, reaches my ears. He yells, “Kill her!” Everyone stands still, but there’s one who dares to follow Errol’s order, Mia. She bravely crawls back to grab the gun she aimed at my head earlier. But, she moves so shakily and slowly that, without the need to move from my spot, my long, muscular limb manages to reach the gun first. I stomp on it, then pull it with my paw towards me. Dumbfo
My eyelids quiver when I inch them open. Even though my vision is blurry and my head is aching, I force myself into a sitting position, and lean my back against something comfortably hard. Then, I notice that I’m wearing a slightly loose nightgown and I’m sitting on a huge bed. While I’m trying to remember what just happened, I stare at the plush curtains with luminous sunlight spreading on them. Not long after, my memory suddenly recovers the petrifying recent events. My chest tightens and my tears begin to sting my eyes. I curl on the bed, pulling my knees to my chest and tucking my face in my arms. What am I gonna do now? Not only that I put myself in danger, but I also put my entire pack, my entire race in danger! I was so scared of dying and being r.aped, so I let my wolf take over me, completely dismissing the atrocious consequences of it. I was so stupid and selfish! An unceasing sickening remorse bubbles inside of me, granulating all of my hopes of being with Davide again.