All Chapters of SINFUL LOVE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

             Selena's fingers numbed from the worn-out knuckle cracks. A chance to escape from this place awaits. All she has to do is to endure Zaden and Grandpa Kai until they reach home. To her understanding, they can’t do anything to force her back here if she refuses to come with them from her home.              Bouncing through the room, she stuffed her pockets with vital possessions, leaving behind her clothes as she doesn’t want to raise suspicion. A knock thuds her ears and she opened the door to see Zaden, one elbow leaning on the door frame with a low-hung head. His face lack the excitement that he might find a link to prove that she is a Samrat. In fact, he looked pissed, radiating hatred to everything around him. He turned around and walked out of there, not even stopping to check if she is following him or not.             &nbs

        A narrow gravel path led to a tall, rusty metal gate that doesn't count as any sort of solid barrier. Selena and Orion got off to open the gates for the jeep to pass. A vast piece of land expands till the foot of sky-high thick forest–fencing and filtering just the right amount of sunshine for vegetations to thrive.      Sparrows shoot into fireworks when Selena's small foot trampled through their feeding ground. The monster even reached out to catch a butterfly and puckered once she failed. An old lady with owl glasses sat backing the dingy door, knitting in her rocking chair. The small, white wooden house anchored in the middle of flower gardens, vegetable patches, and fruit trees must have been her idea. A thin and thick woman crouched on the ground, pulling weeds and another picking tomatoes into her apron. Grandma Genesis narrowed her eyes at the fast-approaching figure–full speed ahead.“Grandma ma&helli

       There was another thin wooden slab in the chest box. It was written in a foreign language with an ancient vibe. After some discussion, they decide to show it to the elderlies in the village but Selena was against it. She didn’t want to let go of her mother’s possession.         So, they took some photographs and sent them to Makeala and she would have to hike up and down the mountain to print out those photos. There were also some blood reports of Selena. Her blood was matched as a distant relative to an unknown DNA provided by Daisy but there was no clue of who it was.         Apparently, Daisy was doing some digging on her own, mainly concerning Selena and their ancestors. She must have speculated about them being descendent of werewolves but never told anyone about it. It was about 5 pm and Selena gathered the rest“Look, yes, apparently my mom thinks that I am a werewolf but we hav

        The morning after rose with much more awkwardness than the day before. The 3 of them could hardly look at each other during breakfast while Aaron and Leonardo kept shuffling between them, passing on plates and cups. Thankfully, Zaden had a meeting with one of his managers and left for the city.        Orion practically ran away, keeping his distance from Selena. Every time he gets closer to her, her taste comes back to his tongue–futile consequences of yesterday. Eventually, they bumped against each other. She crossed her hands over her chest and leaned over the door frame, pursing her lips and raising her eyebrow. It made him fidget his hands and rub his neck. A quiet moment raised the thickness in the air even more. He understands that eventually, he has to face her.“Look, I’m sorry for the way I behaved yesterday. Both times… I don’t know what got into me” his brain

           She turned around and howled, stomping towards the woods. It doesn’t mean she has accepted them but it also doesn’t mean she rejected or intimidated by them. The other 3 howled, delighted, and followed her to the woods.            Her palms wholly embrace the mother earth with each step. Her eyes looked forward in full confidence, ignoring the other wolves around her that kept stealing glances at her. The wind rippled through her fur, seeping cold into the bone. The soft cushion of the forest floor imprinted by her paws and the scent of grass mixed with dirt fused into the creaks of her toes. Full moon and the scattered stars on pitch-black canvas, not forgetting the chirps of the cricket, croaks of the frogs, slither of the snake, chittering of the mouse backing the soft whoosh of breeze–the sound of nature around her– she took in everything nature has to offer.         &