JaylaHave you ever been hit so hard that the breath is knocked out of you and it makes stars appear in front of your eyes? The type that makes you choke on your own breath and your heart stops beating for a second. The type when you feel like you have lost your legs and you just keep falling and falling without any apparent stop.That is how I feel when something slams on my back, making me fall on my knees. Claws scratch my back and I hiss as I feel the sting of sharp nails digging into my skin.Fight, Jayla. Fight, a voice says in my head and suddenly, a newfound energy surges into my body. It is a type of energy that l have never felt before.It was like it isn't mine. It's like something inside me is supplying me the energy and courage currently flowing through me. Using it, I turn around and punch the wolf in its snout. Luckily, the rogue hadn't expected me to react, so he is caught off guard.I punch him on his eyes and he howls as he stumbles away. The distraction is enough to
Jayla I am really happy with how my wolf is. At least, I have one now. I have decided to move on from the fact that I killed someone yesterday and I have told myself that it was necessary. Rogue killing isn't illegal in the werewolf world and I didn't break any rules.But the problem now is that my wolf is a savage type of wolf and she loves teasing the hell out of me. I get out of the bed, and I walk to the mirror only to the cringe at my image. My hair looks like a bird's nest, my eyes are bloodshot and tired, and I have crusty and chapped lips and an overall shaggy appearance. In fact, I look like another version of myself.You look dead, she tells me. A dying cat can pull this look off better than you.I hiss at her in my mind. Just shut up, I say.Nope, she replies.I sigh and purse my lips and walk out of the room. I don't care how I look like right now. The Alpha has an important announcement to make, and I can't keep wasting time like this.When I get to the meeting hall, it
JaylaOne by one everyone leaves the meeting hall till I am the only one still standing there.Jessica didn't bother to talk to me again after 'saving' me, which I am not really surprised about. I mean, she made it clear that she wanted space. Tyler too didn't really say anything, but our eyes met once and he smirked at me viciously which made my stomach drop.My heart stops for a second and I hate the feeling. I really hate it. I wish it can just stop. I wish I can reject him, but I can't. Lower ranks can't reject higher ranks. It is a natural law made to protect the high ranks from being treated unfairly.It is so unfair. I wish I am a high rank. I would have rejected him for sure. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve all this at all. But at the same time, I don't allow myself to ponder on that for too long. Because now I have something else on my mind. Yes. There is another person who has me highly intrigued.It is Jasper Obed, the future Alpha. What I knew about him was that he i
Jayla"No!" say."No?" he asks, the shock he is currently feeling evident in his voice."No!" I confirm, shaking my head and his shoulders droop down in disappointment."But why?" he asks, urging me with his eyes to talk."Because it is not right. And I can't act more desperate. I would rather live with a question, without a closure, but I can't live knowing that he thinks I want him back. I don't want him anymore. I am done with him. I am done with everything."I think my explanation will be enough to satisfy Jasper's curiosity but it doesn't, seeing as he probes further."You won't look desperate! I will take the blame on myself. It will be as if I am the one who asked you out." He is practically begging in this moment and I want to punch my face for getting myself in this situation. I brought this on myself. After all, I was the one who came here with my legs. It isn't as if someone dragged or forced me here. Good, I can be so dumb sometimes."What do you want, Jasper? Do you thin
JaylaMy back collides with the front of someone I am very familiar with. It is Tyler.I know without any doubt that he is the one. I can never miss his presence. It is as if when he is around, every fiber of my being is aware of his presence. I can't help but react to it. And I hate it. I hate how aware l am when it comes to him. I hate how familiar, effortless and easy it feels like to be close to him. And I hate how my body reacts to him.I hate how l can't reject him too. If I do, I would fall into a terminal illness or worse, I would die. That is how the Moon Goddess made us. If a lower rank rejects a higher rank, their heart stops and most of the time, they die. It is unjust and unfair but this is how it works and nothing will change just because of me.Maybe that is why I am doing this. Because everything seems so unjust that for once I want to be completely selfish and use others to get answers for myself. Even when I feel as if I am being used."Are you sure about it, Tyler?"
JaylaAs he says that, my head snaps up to glance in his direction with surprise clearly reflected on my face.I didn't even expect him to speak up, let alone speak about his late mother. Someone I know he is super sensitive about. I wait for him to say something after that, but he does not and he keeps staring into the distance as if he is lost in thought.I know better than to disturb him in this moment. I know that he is mustering and arranging his thoughts to bring them to words. It is something I do a lot too. I am patient, yet a bit happy. I am getting my answers. My closure. As selfish as it might seem, I am really concerned about it.Though at the same time, a little part of me feels for him and I have an urge to go over to his side and comfort him, but that part has been locked up and burnt down by now. It is not welcomed in me anymore. So many expressions pass through his face from sadness to agony to pain, to hostility and then finally, determination. I am so close to call
JaylaI am woken up by the shrill sound of the departure bell, and I open my eyes to find myself in the same classroom I passed out in. I hold my head in my hand I try to ease the throbbing pain that has spread through my skull, and I massage my temples.I feel exhausted and out of energy. My wolf is missing and it feels like l am no longer complete. Grumbling in annoyance, I stand up and I stagger a bit.I close my eyes, leaning against the wall as I remind myself that I am stronger than this. After some seconds, I get my balance back and walk out of the classroom only to see a sea of students exiting their classes because the school has closed for the day I sneak into the busy crowd and make myself a part of it. It is easier this way. It kind of surprises me how I was knocked out for the better part of the day and no one noticed that I wasn't around. And I am sure none of the teachers that taught in the classes I had today even bothered to find out why I wasn't in attendance.Not a
JaylaDarkness engulfs me. It is the same kind of darkness one would have witnessed during a long sleep, or even death. But surpringly, we never feel that darkness. Maybe because there are dreams and colourful motivations that keeps us from observing this darkness. That keeps us from falling into the trap of its calmness.It feels good being like that. In oblivion, in emptiness, without any worry, without any fear. It is just me here. There is no one to bother me, no one to hurt me. I can even float in this abyss of nothingness forever and ever.But what would I achieve? Nothing. What is a life without any accomplishments? What is a life without fears and failures? What is a life without an enemy and a weakness? What is a life without friends and strengths?We wake up everyday to fight this world for a place in it, and we wake up everyday in anticipation of happiness. Sometimes we find happiness, and sometimes we don't, but nonetheless, we still wake up. So I have to wake up. I can't