Semua Bab My Shadow Mate: Bab 11 - Bab 20

For the next few hours, the two boys make me do various things to test my senses. I am given a few different leaves from different plants across the river and into the thicket of trees to smell and then go look for the plants the leaves were plucked from and bring back a leaf to compare. And I did all that blindfolded, but I had King guiding me so I didn’t hurt myself while searching. I pass that with flying colours after searching for almost two hours, because Ansel doesn’t give any easy tasks, and neither does he apologise for your burning tongue or runny nose at the end of the day...I’ll keep that in mind next time.By the time I walk through the front door, I feel horrible, and everything hurts...and to think that I have to meet them tomorrow to continue...I just want to cry.“Hey, Ki...” Richfield trails off as he passes me in the hallway, pausing to take a good look at me. “What is...?”“Don’t ask.” I cut him off and trudge upstairs and to my room. He just raises his hands in su

I just stand and stare at King’s mother, the luna. With her straight brown hair like her son’s, held up in a bun on top of her head, and beautiful brown eyes, not like her son’s; he inherited his dad’s eyes, she is a stunning lady. She is short, at least shorter than King, and slim. She looks like how I imagine a mother will look. She is in a green dress that reaches her knees, and a neon orange apron that has ‘World’s best chef...sorry, mom’ written on it, and it’s so playful that I’m sure King bought it for her, and has a ladle in her hand, and looking closely, I can see there’s stew on the ladle, she was cooking. I know she’s not old, although she’s not so young either, she should be in her mid forties. Werewolves tend to age really slowly after we turn twenty, so it’s no surprise that she’s still really pretty and young looking. I’ve seen her dressed up, and she is breathtaking when she needs to be. However, she is currently glaring at me and her son because of Penelope, and I fee

The following weeks after the Penelope incident are fast-paced. Time is still running out, and King, Ansel and I still haven’t found a way to make me shift. We have a week more to the claiming ceremony, and I’m more nervous than ever...maybe even scared. I don’t want to die. So far, my life is going well, and I don’t want to leave it behind, I’m not ready to die.King and I are still working on our friendship, we are getting closer by the day. We spend almost everyday together at some point. We talk and laugh and on the rare occasion when we are overwhelmed and frustrated with how things are, we argue, but we get over it quickly and bounce back. Sometimes I go to his place when we have to go to the river after school and he has to change. I just stand at the door and wait for him because I know that to some degree, I’m still not welcome. Sometimes his mom sees me, invites me in and proceeds to do the small talk thing with me, but whenever his dad sees me, the glares and sneers he send

King walks me to my class after I get the calculator and we manage to stop flirting by his locker long enough to move, then we start again. When we get to the entrance of the class though, we stop at the sight of Penelope standing at the door of the class, and it’s not seeing her that stops us, no. Penelope is also in a white tennis skirt and sneakers, and she has a black form-fitting top on. Her hair, however, is curled and in high pigtails secured with black bow ribbons. Her makeup is flawless as usual, and her lips are painted in bright red, the same shade of red that’s splayed on my locker in ‘slut’.I don’t know how we’re matching outfits, because she left the house before I did, but I know this means nothing good for me.King’s hands fist beside me, and I know it’s because he has realized the lipstick she’s used is the same one she used on my locker. However, before he can react, I hold his hand in mine, a silent reminder to let go of it. Penelope’s brown eyes track the movement

“Hey, there’s a party tonight at the river. I was wondering if you’d like to come.” King asks when he comes to pick me up Friday morning for school. My mind immediately goes to Andy.“I don’t think so. It’s not really my scene, feels like you guys are defiling the place for me.” He suddenly laughs.“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad.” He reasons. “See, we’ll go there for a few...not long, and then if you don’t like it, I’ll take you on a date. I just want you to give it a try.”“I’m not sure.”“Please, pretty please. We’ll leave as soon as you want to. Please.” I cave. Andy can’t try anything if King is there.“Fine, but I’m not staying for long.”“Anything you say, boss.”That, is how I find myself at the party on Friday night. I’m in jeans, a top and my cashmere sweater with boots. My hair is in a ponytail and my hand is in King’s. There’s a campfire, and surrounding it are huge logs that some people are sitting on. There’s about fifteen to twenty people here, all from school. Seniors m