บททั้งหมดของ Burning Desire: His Chosen Wolf : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

CHAPTER 31 LENA. The question still hung in the air and four pairs of eyes rested on me as light poured on each of their faces occasionally. The loud music was more of a background sound now that I thought about addressing the big elephant in the room. There was no lie I could come up with that was smooth enough to deter them. Rather, it was going to make them more curious and I wasn't ready to entertain their questions borne out of curiosity. Hell, I couldn't say anything. Not yet at least and lying to my friends wasn't an honourable thing to do but what the hell was I going to tell them? That my hair turned this colour on its own after my mother's death? After I had nearly frozen my room? I could see the laughter in Dylan's face. Jerk. Or was I going to tell them the very strange occurrence that happened back home today when I was yet to even figure it out? I couldn't tell them the truth. At least, not yet. I wasn't going to hide forever but I couldn't tell anyo

CHAPTER 33 LENA. The silence that followed after my question was brief. Then a frown was etched on his forehead. "I don't think I know what you're talking about," He kept his cool. Not a blink or a twitch or any suspicious movement. Just confusion. "What's going on?" I was no detective and trying to read him was quite hard to do but I needed information, needed to know if he somehow had a thing to do with all these deaths. I cleared my throat. "Uhm, so a few days ago, I lost my mother. It's not something I want to talk about I'm— but you don't seem to know. My mother was found dead and then Henshaw died on the same night. Mereba, the next day," He folded one arm over the other as a look of sympathy flooded his face. "I am really sorry. Losing a parents and friends in a space of two days can be really devastating," I stared into his eyes, tried to catch a hint of anything at all but there didn't seem to be. Just plain sympathy. Maybe he wasn't the one? I tried a

CHAPTER 35 LENA. The drive back home is silent. Thankfully, we hadn't gone back into the club. I wasn't ready to encounter Trevor and his annoying acts of chivalry or get scrutinized under Damon's steely gaze. I had experienced enough for tonight and after my suspicions had been proven wrong, all I wanted to do was go home, curl up in bed and spend the rest of the night watching movies or reading a book. I didn't care if there was school tomorrow. Maybe the deaths were a coincidence. Maybe there was a disease breakout. Maybe my mind was playing games on me even. There was no way to tell which was true. I was secretly relieved that Damon was absolved from being the suspect and that was because a tiny part of me was strangely attracted to him. I wasn't also going to admit that out loud or even to myself. Whatever budding attraction I had from him was solely because of the bond. My wolf was reacting aggressively to his presence but I didn't want that happening. Not whe

CHAPTER 37 LENA. I woke up sore the next morning. I had no idea where it came from but I definitely hated it. My room was dark and that was because I had shut the drapes after closing the shutters. A tiny headache nudged the back of my head as I slipped out of the bed and just as my feet touched the ground, I slipped and came in contact with the floor; full face. "Shit!" I cursed under my breath and pushed to my feet. I slid again but this time, I fell into the bed. With a frown, I stared at the ground. The ground was wet, slightly sleek and a pale, white, moss-like substance was on the floor. With a slight frown, I peered down to see that it was ice. Thin ice. How the hell had that happened? Wasn't I already accustomed to the cold in my body? So why the hell was I expelling ice from my feet? I sighed and climbed back to the ground, careful not to slip incase I expelled ice from my body again. I padded my feet over the Oriental rug in front of my bed, watch

CHAPTER 39 LENA. We were having Advanced Chemistry this morning which was absolutely weird and unusual. But I didn't complain because chemistry was my favorite subject and we were focusing on the topic that dealt with advanced study of solids, liquids and gas. Mr Finn was taking us today. He was a bald old man nearing his seventies but the moon goddess knew this man was as strong as a jackass. It had been rumored around school that he had taken a rogue on by himself and killed him a few years back. He looked too nice to even pull that act but what did I know? The students behind me kept whining about the simplicity of Matter and I seriously wanted to turn back to ask them if they are really students of this class. They were definitely dumb for people who had been recognised as the most intelligent. Sighing, I shook my head and opened my note, ready for Mr Finn. When I thought about it like that, it sounded sexual. I was disgusted at myself for thinking about it that