Novel & Cerita Cassie's Scar On Her Forehead

“O-okay.” She looked like she was second guessing her decision. Colt pulled her into a hug and she immediately buried her face in his chest. He looked at me and nodded as I opened the door and walked in. Alec slipped in beside me but shut the door quickly after him. Standing off to the side, he folded his arms like a damn bodyguard. Cassie had bandages everywhere. Her neck was completely covered and her face had yellow spots. Blankets were pulled up to her chest so I couldn’t see what the rest of her looked like. An I.V was sticking out of her hand.

I said reaching behind me to pull out my dagger. I stopped and my hand uncurled from the head of the dagger when I saw Cassie emerging from the tree. Her eyes looked behind me, and she saw the tunnel. “Are you some kind of freak, if that What you are?." I tilted my head to the side to watch her. She was wearing a cropped top but it must be freezing out. She was wearing baggy cargo shorts and sneakers. Her skin was smooth and silky but marked by a few scars. “You should be in the comfort and safety of your home." I said, playing mind games with her.

He gently pulled my hand away, revealing my scar to him. “Don’t hide yourself from me.” “I wasn’t sure if you’d be turned off by the sight of my scar, it looks disgusting, Alder .” My mate laughed, a rough sound deep in his throat. He gripped my waist, eyes hungry and possessive. “You look like a goddess, Cassie. Your scar doesn’t make you any less desirable for me. Or do you find my scars repulsive? I have plenty of them, from the surgery that almost took my life, from trainings, so many of them.”

Footsteps echoed behind him. Cassie stumbled in next, the right side of her braid unraveling, strands sticking to her bruised cheek. Blood streaked her knuckles, and there was a tear in her sleeve that hadn't been there this morning. She wiped her hand on her pants, looking around like she'd barely had time to breathe. “Please tell me someone has decent news,” she muttered under her breath then stopped, her face falling. Her voice hardened. “Because I’ve got worse. They’re calling in the High Coven.”

She's so fucking embarrassed - you have no idea OMG I shook my head. Man, we fucked those two up good. But hey, why stop now? I did a quick image search, then sent a link to her. Wear something that shows off your new tattoo. Can't wait to see it. Now go comfort your poor girlfriend already. See you in the halls. I was still staring at Candy's picture when Cassie came over. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she was wearing knee socks, athletic shorts and a sports bra much like she had on Saturday. It made me wish we were all back in that locker room.

I could feel that they were in a state of fear and confusion which brought a heavy air between us. As I sat beside my Mom, I pushed the play button. After a few seconds of the black screen, the video revealed Cassie who was sitting on the hospital bed. Her head was covered with the same scarf I had given her as a present, her skin was pale, her body thin, multiple tubes attached to her yet she was still beautiful as her eyes consumed my thoughts and my heart. The sight of her was heart-wrenching and brought back terrible memories, yes! However, it also brought irreplaceable reminiscences.

Doctor Claus explained after his medical team made a full checkup on Cassie this morning. "So, what's your suggestion?" I asked solemnly as I stared at the nurse who took off the patch on Cassie's cheek. The scar that was left on her skin was horrible, I instinctively looked away for a few seconds. "I'm sorry about that. Maybe we should just let the patch on for now. Miss Moore will be even more surprised if she wakes up and sees it first-hand," Doctor Claus seemed to understand my concern.

She felt like she was fighting with a possessed demon. “You really wanna know my mission in this clan huhn…look at me” Cassie drags her face upward, wearing a devilish grin “Well, my mission is to send you to hell” She snapped giving her a head cut as Celine went unconscious. She picked up her body and placed her on her own bed. She scurried towards where her laptop is, picking it up as she click on the cam recorder. She smiled to her satisfaction when it displayed what she has always wanted.

Sifting through those memories, I absent-mindedly touched my scar when Katrine entered the room and announced the news that I had also heard some minutes ago, once again. “Lexie! You are coming to the party tonight, right? Let's find a dress for you to wear-” “Kate! I really don't want to go-” “What! Why?” “You know the reason well! I hate crowds, because apparently even after two years, people haven’t gotten used to the fact that I have a scar, and they either keep staring at it or averting their gaze like they are scared!” “Hey, how many times do I need to tell you that your scars are-”