Lahat ng Kabanata ng Awakening the White Wolf: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

81Kiara’s POV The second the war room door clicked shut behind Darius, I finally let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. I knew it was supposed to bring some kind of relief, but if didn't. Instead it was far from that. It did nothing to steady my heart or stop my legs from trembling. Like that wasn't enough, my stomach churned and unfurled so many times in one minute, I thought I was going to puke. My mind raced, and it didn't help that the more I tried to rid myself of the many thoughts that clouded my mind, the more they swam towards me. I didn't want to admit it, but not doing that wasn't going to change the truth. It wasn't going to change anything at all.Darius didn't believe me. He didn't believe me at All. Maybe not completely, or anymore even. He hadn't said it out right, but I'd seen it in his eyes. They'd held my gaze and for just a second, I caught sight of something dangerous glinting in them. Call me crazy or paranoid, but a small part of me couldn't help b

Darius' POV I hadn't moved, and neither had she. She was frozen, like a prey caught in a snare, or rather a prey waiting for the predator to make the first move. A wave of silence settled between us, and i didn't like it. It was tight, stretched taut and brittle. The tension in the air was palpable. It was so thick even if we sliced through it with a pie knife, it still wouldn't look like it had been tempered with. The only sound that could be heard between us was the low thrum of the dungeon torches, and the almost silent buzz of electricity. Thanks to the number and type of wolves we got here, some of the cells were guarded heavily. We made sure that they were lit up with electrical nodes that would shock the prisoners, if they ever tried to escape at any point. While most of them stayed put till their sentence, most of them would rather hold on to the bars till they were electrocuted to death. A small gasp reached my ears, and that was all it took to pull me out of my thoughts

Darius' POV I sat behind my desk, unmoving and barely breathing. I wasn't sure how long I'd been here for, but from the cramps in my legs and the pain in my lower back, I liked to think it was a long time. That wasn't even the surprising part. What shocked me the most, was the fact that I was still alive, even after over an hour without adequately breathing well. Shit. I wanted to stop. I knew I needed to stop being so stuck up and allow some breaths into my lungs, but I just couldn't bring myself to do so. I was well on the verge of passing out if I kept on with this stubborn attitude, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Was is stubbornness or stupidity? I wasn't sure. It's the Lyra/Kiara effect. A small voice whispered in my ears, and I recognized it as my wolf's. He wasn't lying though, whether I was willing to admit it or not. For some strange reason, holding my breath felt slightly easier than actually finding out the truth. I'd told Soren to run some tests and get me a

Darius' POV The dungeon corridor felt colder after I'd left her there, but even with the distance between us, it did nothing to get her out of my mind. I could still feel the way her voice trembled when she said she didn't kill him. I could still see the way her shoulders shook, like she was trying to hold herself together. It sent shivers down my spine, and for a moment, a tiny part of me had wanted to comfort her despite it all. I wanted to believe her. Gods, I wanted to believe her so badly it made my chest hurt, but it was a risk I couldn't sacrifice anymore. I'd believed her blindly in the past and look where that had gotten me. I couldn't afford to do it one more time, not with her, and especially not with someone from his pack. Hunter.The mere thought of him was more than enough to stoke a fire inside me. It wasn't news how much I hated him, but knowing that she was the least bit related to him, made it all the more worse. Why? Why did it have to be her of all people? Wh

Kiara's POV I knew something was wrong the moment I stepped into the council chamber. I couldn't place it, but that didn't mean I could feel it either. The strange sensation washes over me and clung to me like a second skin. My stomach churned in anxiety, and no matter how hard I tried to push down the lump that had formed in my throat, it just didn't budge. Nothing seemed to be working, but deep down, I knew I had bigger things to worry about than that. The tension hung thick in the air, heavier than fog and as sharp as a blade. Despite the unease I picked up from the room, I allowed myself a slight glance at it all. The lights were low, dangerously low, but I knew I was still the centre of attraction. My eyes caught sight of the warriors that could easily pass as statutes by the walls. They were rooted to their spots, and for a moment, I was this close to thinking they weren't breathing anymore. The council members lined the crescent table, and if the scowls they wore meant an