Todos os capítulos de A TASTE OF SIN: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

The wind breezed through my hair as I ran down the dirt path, following Ross. My feet crunched down on the fallen leaves with every step I took. It was perfect weather for a run. It was cool and breezy with a clear blue sky.Though I hated to admit it, Ross was right about it being better to run on the path rather than the track. The run was more enjoyable when I wasn't running around in circles with nothing to look at. The trail was curvy, but relatively flat so we wouldn't trip. It was nice to be able to look around at everything around us, the orange and red of the leaves standing out.I was running out of breath quickly, still not being used to running this much. Ross could hear my ragged breaths and slowed down to a stop before turning around to face me."Need a break?" he asked, taking a sip of his water.I nodded, taking a sip of mine. My breaths were shallow as I huffed and puffed tirelessly."You've been doing good," Ross complimented. "We've gone over half a mile.""We have?

I felt like shit.I rolled out of bed, coughing mucus up from my throat. My nose was running from congestion so I quickly grabbed a tissue to blow it. Once I had finished my coughing fit, I went to the bathroom and almost winced at my reflection.I looked like shit.The tip of my nose was an irritated red color while the rest of my face was pale besides the dark bags under my eyes. My hair was messy, sticking up in different directions and my eyes seemed dull.It was probably in my best interest to stay home from school, but I knew I wouldn't. It was more of a hassle for me to miss school and have to make up work than it was to just go and stay on track. I could make it through the day and then I could just make Sam do everything for me at work.I would be fine.Hopefully."Holy shit, you look awful," Nathan commented as he walked into the bathroom.I scowled at him before turning my head into the crook of my elbow to let out a throaty cough. He winced at the raspy sound and turned to

Everyone moved away swiftly, creating a clear path as I surged forward through the crowd. I clutched Raelynn tightly to my chest, her small frame writhing violently against me as she began to groan in pain, the sound low and guttural, sending fresh waves of terror through my veins. Most of the guests’ eyes widened in shock and horror as they saw Raelynn spitting up blood in my arms, dark crimson staining her lips and dripping onto my shirt. The metallic scent of it filled the air, sharp and nauseating, mixing with the lingering smells of the celebration that now felt like a cruel mockery.“Guard the pack borders— no one in, no one out!” I shouted at my beta, my voice raw with urgency as I brushed past him without slowing down. I didn’t wait for his response, trusting that he would act immediately. My legs pumped harder, carrying me toward the pack’s infirmary with every ounce of speed I possessed.Zara was running right behind me, her footsteps pounding in rhythm with mine as I raced

The dim light of the healer's chamber cast long shadows across the stone walls, amplifying every sound—the creak of the old wooden table, the rustle of parchment, and the steady drip of some unseen leak in the corner. It had been an agonizing hour already. Elara's hands, steady but impersonal, prodded and examined me as if I were nothing more than a flawed specimen pulled from the wilds. She weighed me on a rusted scale that protested under my slender build, its needle trembling like my own resolve. She forced my jaw open to inspect my teeth, combed through my tangled locks with gloved fingers that tugged painfully at the knots, and drained multiple vials of blood from the bend of my arm until the skin there throbbed with cold bruises.She pressed the cold disc of her stethoscope to my chest, listening to the frantic rhythm of my heart and the shallow draw of my lungs. Her palm flattened against my stomach, probing for any hidden weaknesses. Finally, her sharp gaze lifted to my face,

I pad barefoot against cool marble, holding my shoes in one hand.The manor slumbers, and so do its occupants. Dawn's warm light is only just starting to crawl lethargically into the homes spacious corners, a silent warning to me.I need to make this quick.My progress is hindered by my inability to find a viable exit. No matter where I wander, it feels as though I'm venturing deeper into an endless maze of useless, half empty rooms and vacant, undressed hallways.This place is expansive because it can be.The dark walls and rich furniture is disconcerting. I'm half convinced I'm going to open the wrong door and topple into another dimension.At least his or his ancestors taste in design is pleasing.The sumptuous choice of decoration, every intricate moulding and hand painted mural is a feast for the eyes.The less prevalent such articles become, the sooner I realise I'm venturing into the servant quarters at the back of the home.Some scurry past, paying me no mind as they focus on