London:I walked down the hallway with Chalo following obediently behind me. His silver eyes calmly surveyed the environment, harboring curiosity as to why Cane had brought him to the surface while we searched for the freaking doctor.I needed the doctor to prepare something for me, but he was nowhere to be found. I was seriously considering barging into each and every room until I found him.I would have loved to use a mind link, but it only worked within a certain proximity, which I found annoying. It was one of the particular gifts we werewolves had that I deeply disliked. If I want to talk to you, I let the words fly out. If I don't, I just don't talk to you.I grunted in growing frustration, getting very close to doing something uncalled for that the doctor might regret. The only time I needed him to be useful to me, I couldn't seem to find him.Where in the world was he?I paused, turning to Chalo. If I do not want to use a mind link, I can at least have someone do it for me, ri

London:The soft click-clack of the keyboard seemed to echo in the room, a constant reminder of the hours I'd spent typing away.I cracked my aching fingers as they felt heavy, blinking at the bright screen in front of me. The blinking cursor glared at me, awaiting my next line of commands. I sighed, wincing a little as my head throbbed.I had been working on this compilation for hours, and I was nowhere near done. I dropped the file in my hand on the bed with a dry click of my tongue.I took my glasses off, rubbing my eyes to ease the pressure growing in them from staring at the laptop's screen for so long. I massaged the bridge of my nose, finally accepting the hint to take a break.I yawned, running my hand through my tousled hair. My back was aching from sitting upright for too long; it craved a lie-me-down. I closed the laptop with a satisfying thud; the screen was now dark, and the sudden absence of the screen's light was a relief to my tired eyes.I spent last night awake rese

London:It amused me how innocent she could be and, at the same time, irritated me. Her reaction to my hardness was priceless. When her hands had brushed my dick, I felt the darned tingles erupt, alerting me of my need to have myself buried in-between her legs and have her back slammed on my bed while I made her scream in ecstasy.I didn't expect that her running her hands all over me in the process of trying to feel her way to my hand would have me so fucking aroused. It was like every touch of hers set my soul ablaze. Now I didn't know what to say about everything because, to say the least, I was a tiny bit surprised but very interested in the new development.I sighed, traveling down the hallway, narrowing to my left to take the stairs down. Heads bowed at my presence, voices echoing greetings as I walked past them in all my glory. I had been trying to dull my erection for the past twenty minutes, but what can I say? It had a mind of its own.Now I was subjected to attending to Cane

London:Fuyu was on edge. His voice, countenance, and brash temper said it all. Although Mathias had long passed out, Fuyu hadn't stopped his low, guttural growls since we had heard what he had confessed.He banged his fist on a wall, ignoring the cracks that came from the bones in our palms snapping and cracking the wall. His canines bared menacingly as he ground his teeth."So help me, God, if he's lying." Fuyu grunted as he stormed down the hallway with heavy steps."I don't see why a fifteen-year-old would lie. Add up the dots too. There is no way he could have access to such lethal plants. Orkan especially." I said it with squinted eyes.Fuyu grunted, knowing that I was right. "I couldn't stand the stench coming from his blood. He smelled like he had overdosed on something, and his black blood was a shock. I hate to say this, but I was shocked beyond words at my discovery.""Shocking, because it's hard to see a shocked Fuyu." I casually shrugged.Fuyu growled, "Stop joking around,

Blaire:I was watching Emmett try everything she knew to revive the innocent-looking little boy who lay on the operating table with horrifying bruises and deep gashes slashed on his chest. He looked like he had encountered a beast, and it did not show any mercy on him.His swollen left eye had deep cuts and scratches trailing down to his cheeks. His forehead wasn't spared either. His right index finger was badly broken, as were three ribs in his chest and his left leg. I couldn't understand why his blood was so black, nor could I understand the pungent and choking smell that came from it. The complicated stench alone was making me lightheaded and a little sick.Doctor Miller was looking so stressed as he administered yet another injection into the body, carefully watching the heart monitor, which hadn't changed its waves positively.Emmett was applying pressure to the hole she had created at the corner of his stomach, purging him of the contaminated blood, according to what they've sa