บททั้งหมดของ Bound with Shadows : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

NAOMI'S POVMom stared back at me, face full of surprise and wonder. She looked like she was about to say something else but asked instead, “What about you? What do you think? Do you think it's real?" I stared back at her, puzzled. Why was she asking me this?Did she just want to know what I thought or did she want to see so she could tell me something that aligned with it. “I don't know mom, that's why I asked you. You're older and you know more stuff about this" I answered, not taking my eyes off her, I wanted to gauge her reaction. She was quiet for a while, feeding me reflexively before she spoke. “I'm not sure what to think honey. I've heard this story before but I've never seen any evidence to support or disprove it so I don't know" she looked at me, her expression disturbed. I nodded then, deciding not to push it, I'd ask dad and if it was the same reaction, I would leave it. I wouldn't tell them if I didn't think they would believe me. “Is there something else you're no

WRITER'S POV Marcus sat on his chair, restlessly waiting for the meeting to be done with. He had just had the meeting with Logan, the one they were supposed to have had before everything came crashing down. He was anxious to be done with it and go meet Naomi again. He hadn't seen her since last night and he missed her. He looked out to the table, the sight of Logan, Dax and Logan's beta, a tall brooding man called Elias as they all deliberated on when next was the best time to meet greeted his eyes. He cleared his throat and spoke, “So what have we decided is the theme going to be? We could still ask Naomi to give us suggestions" They all turned to him, surprised by his words. He hadn't said more than a few words since the meeting had proceeded. Logan shrugged and said in agreement “I think we can do that" Marcus had learned to tolerate Logan but never quite liked him. He needed him to make the festival a success and Naomi wanted him around, that was all. He wished he could j

NAOMI'S POV I looked at the books, the one with the white cover that it almost looked like a notebook and the other one, brown and I could smell the age on it. The fact that maybe I would finally learn something made me excited, I couldn't hide it, I saw this when I looked up to see both Marcus and Logan staring at me with small smiles. I rolled my eyes and looked back to the books. I decided to start with ancient magic. I opened the brown book to view the dusty pages inside. I was so fascinated with it that I didn't hear anything else, my eyes stayed on the pages. I read the first page which was a complication of all the chapters in the book. Starting from the history of magic to how to keep the bloodline pure. That word again, bloodline, I thought. I read it one by one to see what I could find on this oathed, there wasn't anything special. Nothing relating to that or close to it. As I scanned the page again I saw a heading, ‘ritual’ it read. It looked interesting and ma

WRITER'S POVNaomi sat lost in her thoughts while Logan skimmed through the story. He read attentively but there really wasn't anything too surprising yet, nothing new registered and it seemed as if he knew about it already, but he only knew a little bit and the true story was different from what he had learnt himself. Marcus paced the room, he was thinking about the drugs sent, another attempt at her life. He wasn't so sure she was safe here anymore. What if they sent another rogue? What if they came in a group like they had before. He had set the wolves around the house to make sure they had their eyes on all activity around the house but right now he couldn't be sure. He thought back to what he had read in the book, who the oathed was. He wasn't too sure that was who Naomi was yet but the possibility was the highest. She did portray some of those abilities, especially her good leadership and desire to keep peace if she could. All three of them were lost in their worlds, they

WRITER'S POV Naomi woke up with a feeling that something was wrong, she didn't know what and why she felt that way. She had slipped back into a dreamless state, the voice she had heard didn't cause any nightmares but still she felt something somewhere wasn't right exactly. She stood up from her bed and looked around as if she would find it but as expected everything looked the same. There was nothing amiss. Outside her window, she saw the flowers and plants sway to the music of the wind. It looked like it would be a rainy day. She brushed her teeth and took a shower. The feeling still niggling in her. When she had dressed she left her room for the dining room. Mom and dad would be there she knew. Just as she expected, they were there. They say next to each other in conversation so they didn't notice immediately when Naomi came in until she cleared her throat. They looked up sharply, their faces relaxing when they saw it was her. “Good morning sweetie" her dad said standing u