บททั้งหมดของ Throne of Wolves : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Claire’s POV“I’m sorry Lawrence…are you going to go after her?” I ask awkwardly, standing, but honestly I don’t want to sit.“I have to, I’m her mate…but she’s not the Tara we know and love,” he looks up at me.I look him over and almost want to blame him for all of this, but it’s really not his fault.“I wish I could say I hate her,” and I almost do.“No please don’t say that,” Lawrence begs.“I’m going to fix this…I’ll bring her back here and we’ll all be friends again,” he says, and I wish that was possible, but things can never be the same.I don’t comment on it, knowing that will never be the case.“When are you leaving?” I ask him.He looks at me and sighs.“My parents are telling me not to go…not to go after my mate,” he shakes his head.“But I have to. I’ll leave tomorrow,” he says and stands.He looks at me and sighs.A tear slips past my cheek and I nod.“I’ll miss you,” I wipe my face.He looks at me in pain.“Please don’t do that Claire,” his thumb slides across my cheek

Martin’s POVThe gossip of what happened with Claire and the fire infuriates me. Some are saying she started it herself for attention, others are saying it’s an accident. I don’t reply to anyone when they ask what’s happening, that can wait till tomorrow, right now I need to cool off before I go crazy.I walk until I don’t know where I am, I block out the pack, the only gateway open for my warriors and Lena and Bryat. For a moment I just look around the forest, remembering the day I found Claire wandering around, hardly wearing a thing, testing my self control immensely.I remember the way her soft grey eyes stared wide and frightened at me the first time we met. I remember her silvery hair glowing, illuminating her pale skin. Her lips as red as a rose. She’s definitely special.When I first came and heard rumours about Claire being the ‘weak link’ I had to fight between laughing and being angry. She’s not weak, she can’t be. I don’t trust myself to be around her in her or my wolf for

Claire’s POVIt’s been two more days since everything happened. I’m fully healed and have been going to school…alone. Martin has yet to talk to me. My room is for the most part finished, the window was replaced, and sometimes I get a glimpse of him, pacing his room, eyebrows furrowed and tight. Sometimes I just stare at him for a moment before I close the curtains and force myself not to think about what he’s doing or thinking about. I’ve caught him looking into my room as well but I quickly lean against the wall or close the blinds.It’s the end of the day and I’m finally back in my room. The walls are white and bare, the bed frame just came in from a local store and they put it together for me. I have a mattress but the comforter isn’t here yet so I’ve just been sleeping on it bare with a pillow and small blanket. The lamp, nightstand, and dresser pair nicely together and I hope soon it’ll feel like my safe place again.There have been rumours around school saying Tara has been spot

Claire’s POVA tear slips past my eyes, and I quickly wipe it away, placing my hand on his cheek.“It’s not your fault…you couldn’t have done anything,” I whisper. I hug his neck and run my fingers through his hair, trying to calm him.I don’t really know how to respond.“You mean that?” I whisper. He smirks a little and kisses my forehead.“Oh, it’s a birthmark, I’ve had it ever since I was born,” I tell him, running my finger over it. His eyebrows stay knitted, and I tilt my head.“What?” I ask.He looks back up at me and away from the birthmark.“Nothing, nothing,” he shakes his head.“I just thought I remembered hearing a story when I was younger. I think it said something about a mark like this…” He trails off, looking into the distance like he’s thinking back on a memory.“I can’t even remember it, never mind,” he says with a smile.“Sorry,” he adds.My eyes stay wide…I wonder what it was. First Tara’s grandmother’s prophecy, and now a story about my birthmark… I just smile and

Claire’s POVI get dressed in leggings and a T-shirt, knowing I’ll be naked from it soon. I hope to avoid all contact with anyone. I want to be completely alone right now.I walk out of the house, and the air feels nice—the warmth of spring seeping through the winter clouds. I avoid crossing the yard, walking between my family’s house and Martin’s. Once I reach the safety of the tree line, a somber scream pierces the air from my home. My ears perk up, and my head snaps toward the house.My mother comes running out the back door, my father chasing her. Her robe hangs loosely, tears streaking her cheeks.“How could she do this to us? After everything we gave her!”My mind assumes she’s talking about Bervely—but when her gaze lands on me, anger darkens her eyes, and I know it’s me.“You devil child!” she screams, running toward me. I’m frozen in shock.She reaches me, her face red-hot with fury. “You ruin everything!” she cries, her blonde hair bouncing as she weeps.My father stares dow