Semua Bab Bound with Shadows : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Naomi’s POVI didn’t sleep.Not really.I laid down earlier and closed my eyes for a while, hoping for myself to sleep. To let the exhaustion pull at my limbs like water, but my mind was loud, like...so fucking loud. Every time I drifted, I heard the gunshot again. Not just the sound, but the space it created in my head and my surrounding like silence had been torn open and left bleeding.I got up when the sky was still that whitish shade of purple.The fires were still burning, though smaller now. The coals looked like glowing hearts in the dark. We had survived today. Today was so scary for me. Marcus just threw me out into the open like that, asking me to address the people. If I say I wasn’t scared at that moment, I would be a damn liar and would be cast into the abyss for lying. It was so scary. But then, I had brought it upon myself, hadn’t I? Logan had told me that we could leave this pack and then return to our own. Then all these would have been prevented. But I have dug to

Naomi’s POVThe stars were nowhere to be found on the sky. They seemed to be shining from behind the cloud. Typical. Even the sky didn’t want to witness what was about to unfold. Even me, one tiny little part of me was afraid of what was going to happen tonight and for a tiny flicker of second, I felt like running away, because that was the most easiest option. Running away. But then, that loud voice, the bigger part of me, screamed that I could do this. I exhaled deeply.I could do this. I was a coward once, running away from things I thought mattered, but the truth was that I was scared. I was a scared little girl. But I could do this!I rubbed my sweaty palms on my shirt.From the rooftop, the town looked small. It looked so fragile, it was almost laughable. Almost. It looked like a dollhouse you could crush if you leaned too hard. The lights had been dimmed intentionally, to not give our positions away. Only a few flickering lanterns remained, casting long, stretching shadows lik

The silence that followed after wasn’t the suffocating kind, no. It was the kind of silence that was comfortable, which is a little weird because Marcus and I had never had any sort of heart to heart conversation since, well, we separated.I take a silent deep breath, my body itching to stare at him. To not notice the man that was standing beside me. I tried to remind myself that now wasn't the time and there were more important things to direct my attention to. Like this chaos that didn’t seem to want to leave, or the number of warriors carrying the massacred corpses to bury. The distant sound of sirens wailing and wolves howling in despair and pain echoed all through the night air.Marcus just stood right beside me with an air of nonchalance, his eyes fixed somewhere beyond the woods. After he had tried to talk to me and I had calmed down, he had been unusually quiet.Not unusually though. Marcus was never much of a tape and only ever spoke when he needed to. Marcus was...I didn’t k

Naomi’s POV My head whipped to the side, Logan bursting into the room, the door clicking shut behind him. His eyes moved from my face to Marcus’s, and then back to mine.I instantly jerked my leg away from Marcus, resisting the urge to hiss at the pain of the absence of his warm tongue on it. I felt my cheeks flush in embarrassment and shame, "And again I ask, what the hell is going on here?" He glared daggers at Marcus. Marcus only slowly raised his head, wiped the blood off the corner of his lips with the back of his palm, and then slowly stood up, the corners of his lips slightly quirking upwards. He didn’t even look bothered that he was caught by someone I was seeing. He didn’t answer, the glint in his eyes hinting at amusement. The smug bastard. Logan’s eyes narrowed, and I noticed the slight clench of his fists and the subtle grind if his jaw. His eyes finally left Marcus and then he cast a sweeping glance at me slowly, from my head to my toe. Marcus just leaned over by the

Naomi's POV"W–what do you mean?" I breathed, taking a step towards her. My hands were shaking. I didn’t know if it was fear or anger, or maybe both.The woman just smiled, as if she had all the time in the world. She patted the bench beside her again. "Come. Sit. There’s much to tell."I hesitated,my heart thundering wildly against my chest. My body trembled all over. I took a shaky breath. The place still felt off. It was too calm, too white. The grass had just appeared like magic wherever she stepped foot, and the air smelled like fresh rain and something sweet. I didn’t trust it. I didn’t trust her. Something in me just told me she wasn't it.But something in me told me I needed to listen. I had to listen. After all, most of the things she had said were facts. She didn't lie.I stepped forward slowly, then sat down at the edge of the bench, still keeping a little space between us.The woman’s voice was low and gentle. Like a whisper that still echoed loud in my bones. “You were no