Semua Bab The Ice Queen of Wolves: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Lucas"What do you mean? You know Jane?" I ask hurriedly, pulling a seat next to the bed and placing myself in it instantly. She only nods her head in response as her hand runs along Jane's cheek. "How? Katherine, what is going on?" Rebecca asks with her arms folded in angst. We both wait impatiently for her to wipe her tears away before she turns to us. "Jane's mother was my sister," she says while using her sleeve to soak up the remaining tears on her cheeks. Both Rebecca and I remain silent about her words, partly because it is hard to believe. "You thought she was dead? Why?" Rebecca is the one who finally breaks the silence in the room. "The last time I saw her, she was just a baby," she says in a melancholy tone, bringing her gaze back to Jane's face. Her hand continues to brush along her cheek and hair softly. "Her mother, Clarissa, died when she was having her. She wanted to keep her so badly. Wanted to raise her in the coven," her words get harder to understand as she st

LucasIt was like watching her life from the back of her mind. Like a movie, but her movements were mine, and her feelings my own. Watching her father be executed in front of her was an unbearable pain in my chest. I heard her screams, felt her pain as though it were my own. The worst of it all was realizing the man who executed her father. My father stood proud in front of that pack, holding the chain that held her father down. Sometimes my point of view would change from the back of her mind, to the point of view of someone else. Like I was there in the room, watching what happened. It had changed to that last night when she was placed in the dungeon. I didn't know what else to do with her, so I sat on the edge of the mattress with her. She couldn't see me, but I hoped it made her feel a little less alone.A whirlwind brought me to her next nightmare, and a part of me wondered if she knew what a normal dream was like. If she dreams like this every night, I understand why she screa

JaneHe told me everything, which of course, I didn't believe at first. He bought me soup and a burger for himself before we went for a walk. I lagged behind him slowly, trying to keep my distance from him. As we continued to talk and walk through the woods, I gradually let myself get closer to him. I didn't mean to, but when he finally stopped at the edge of an open meadow, I found myself standing directly beside him. The meadow is covered with white, fluffy, freshly fallen snow that makes the air smell brand new. I take a deep breath in, closing my eyes to absorb the feeling of peace around me. 13 years ago, I would have run through this meadow without a second thought. Now, all I want to do is lie down in the snow and go to sleep. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Alpha Lucas says softly, and I open my eyes to find his gaze studying the side of my face. "Yes," is all I manage to say. "In the spring, this whole meadow is filled with wildflowers," he says with a smile on his face as he take

JaneThe sound of a bird quite literally screaming in my ears has me falling out of bed in surprise. Metal pots clink together, ringing in my head, and someone's alarm clock blares annoyingly loud. Every sound seems to collide horribly in my ears, and I cover them with both my hands while I lie on the ground. My head pounds with every sound that echoes in my head to the point my stomach twists with nausea. I let out a cry when the pain doesn't recede after several minutes of covering my ears, and when I take a deep breath in, I can smell the trees from outside, as well as the bacon from breakfast cooking, and something rotting from further in the forest. I reach forward to the small trash can in the corner of the room before heaving into it through my groans of displeasure. Once I have nothing else to give to the trash can, a knock pounds on the door. I cover my ears again, desperate to get away from the sounds that invade my ears. When the knocking ends, there is still a pounding s

JaneThe guy who reaches for my arm instantly retracts his hand with a shout once his hands touch my skin. When I lift my gaze to him, he is studying his hand that smolders from the burn. When his eyes meet mine, his glare drops instantly, replaced by something I have never seen in anyone else. Though I have felt it for 13 years straight.Fear. "What the fuck are you?" he asks, and even the guy with the gun backs away from me. After a few seconds of them backing away, the guy raises the gun to my head. It is not the first time someone has pointed a gun at me. Chris used to bring one to the dungeon just for fun. I stare down the end of it, unwavering as my skin grows colder, and my chest fills with the unfamiliar predatory instinct of my wolf. Before he has the chance to do anything with his gun, my hand involuntarily reaches forward, taking it by the barrel. When he tries to pull the trigger, the gun misfires, and I yank it from his hand to find ice covering every part of it.Everyt