All Chapters of Bound with Shadows : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Naomi’s POV“Redwood Pack? Why?” My brows dipped as I adjusted, sitting on one ass on the bed. He only stepped closer, his eyes sweeping all over my body as if trying to check with his eyes if I had gotten hurt from that incident. I sighed inside, lowering my eyes to the ground.I wanted to protest, to tell him I didn't feel too good and that I didn't want to go to Redwood Pack. But I couldn’t. I didn’t want him to feel too much concern for me or read too much meaning into Marcus showing up, or think that something was going on between me and Marcus. Not that I care what he thought, but then, maybe it's common courtesy. Or maybe because he has been too kind and patient with me.Five minutes later, we were in the garage, with him coming towards me and opening the door for me. I let out a weak little smile and muttered a “thank you.”The drive to Redwood Pack felt longer than it really was. It was silent…like…this kind of silence that made you adjust uncomfortably in your seat. Or the k

Naomi’s POVHis hand was still in my arm.I stood there, my chest rising and falling fast and hard. I should have pulled away, Gods, I should have. I should have said something, screamed at him, pushed him back. But I didn’t. I just stared up at Marcus like a fool.Damn, I was a fool. No matter how much I tried to convince myself that my heart didn't thud and do that little backflip thing anytime I saw him. And I tried to steady my breathing when he was around.His eyes didn’t blink. They stayed locked on mine, and his gaze was so cold and burning at the same time. He looked like he hated me and he also looked like he missed me at the same time. He looked like he was mad at me for something I didn’t understand. Maybe he wasn't mad at me, because why would he be mad at me?“Let me go,” I finally whispered, finding ny voice, but my voice sounded so hoarse for some reason.His jaw ticked. “Why? So you can run back to him?”I was tired of this back and forth between us. I clench my jaw an

Naomi’s POVShe didn’t answer. But the silence said enough.“He wouldn’t do that,” I said, heat rising to my face. “He wouldn’t betray anyone like that. He’s… he’s loyal. How could you think of such a thing? He helped to check out what had happened!”“Loyalty is often the perfect cover,” Lyra said. “We’re not accusing him. But questions are being asked. And people talk. Especially after seeing him disappear from the hallways right before the alarms. And also, he left you, didn't he?”I remembered. Logan had been called by an Alpha, so he had to go check out what was up. I hadn’t questioned it.Until now. Now, I want to see Logan and ask him what had happened. What he and the elder discussed later that day. Lyra moved to the door. “Keep your eyes open. If you hear or see anything strange, tell someone. Even if it feels like nothing.”Then she left.I stood frozen for a long time.Could Logan really be hiding something? Well, sometimes, Logan can be strange and different, but that's no

Naomi’s POV And I was left standing there, heart racing, the war map still clutched in my hands.What the hell was I going to do with this? How would I start? Where would I start from?I stood there, asking myself many hows and whats and wheres.~~~~I didn’t know how long I stood in that room. Minutes. Hours. Everything blurred.Eventually, I stuffed the paper into my pocket and crept out, my footsteps soft, my ears straining for any sounds. I made it back to my room without seeing anyone,but I didn’t sleep.I couldn’t sleep.Not after what I’d heard.Not after what I’d seen.Logan didn't return either. And especially not after what I’d felt in the dark hallway when Logan said, “I didn’t have a choice.”His voice echoed in my skull.By morning, I had dark circles under my eyes, and my body felt like it was walking through mud. I couldn’t even bring myself to pretend anymore.At breakfast, I didn’t sit next to Logan.He noticed.He stared across the room, his eyes scanning me, but I

Naomi’s POV“Who?” I asked again.Logan hesitated. His jaw tightened, like the name burned his tongue. I realised that he didn't want to tell me. But he on the other hand realised he had no choice.“Elias.”I blinked. “Elias?" I sintered my eyes, trying to remember where the hell i had heard that name Elias. It sounded familiar. Real familiar. Then, i remembered, a flash of memory bursting through my brain. "The council’s record keeper? He’s a thousand years old and walks like he’s made of air.”I had remembered when I was a little pup, when my parents used to bring me here to this pack when they had important meetings with the council. Elder Elias was the nicest. He would give me candies when I had arrived and also tell me stories. They had banished him and we had all thought he was dead.“He’s more than that,” Logan said, already moving, tugging me along. “He’s been in that tower longer than any Alpha. He sees things, hears things. He might already know everything that is going on r