Shaak Ti Ahsoka Novels & Stories

I smile softly as he motions me closer. Have we heard from Sinful in the past week where everything has changed? No. That scares me the most. Since Asher came back, he reclaimed full control over his Pack, retiring Shanae, the crazy lady who had sacrificed me in the first place back to where she had come from. Still. No Sinful is extremely unnerving. He's getting into my head without being here, which is something only he could achieve. "Alaya," Asher prompts, as he steps into the water. I sit up, watching him. "Are you coming?"

I can't help but feel envious, because I will never have that. "The answer changed every week." I say with a shrug. "And now?" I laugh quietly, but not because it's funny. But because sometimes that's easier. "Now I just wonder if I'll survive long enough to attend the ceremony." "Hope is a strange thing, little star." I glance over. Her eyes fixed on the horizon as she strokes Aries' scales. "Sometimes it disappears, and sometimes it simply changes shape." A sad smile touches her lips. Something about her words settles inside my chest. For a long moment, neither of us speaks. Aries watches the bondeds with half-lidded eyes, occasionally flicking his tongue into the air.

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

My blood flamed at hus touch. "What us wrong with you Ashley? Why the sudden change of attitude towards him? Are you..."

I am really one of those beasts? "Hey, Aksha." I glanced at Feyra. "You seemed preoccupied by something. I keep calling your name third time now." "I'm sorry." She shook her head and handed me the tray with two coffee and slices of cheesecake. "Serve these on table ten. And please stop overthinking, Aksha. You are making me anxious." I only nodded and smiled at her. "You have some gold hair. Are those natural?" asked the girl in red as I put their orders over the table.

"Don't be mean. I apologized.” I swiped his screen to check the messages. "Thanks, Faith. I see you've done it.” I said. "Don't hang up yet.” They pleaded. "You're Faith? Wow. How about you?” Asher asked, looking intrigued. Cassie made a small dance with her shoulder.

“We should meet again. I have information about my father you may want to hear.” She looked from the opened door to the darkness. The amber eyes couldn’t be seen anymore. “If we really have similar abilities, then contact me telepathically. I never want you to show yourself in front of me again.” Akaisha could see Acheki now. She wrapped her arm around his waist, being careful of his burn. When they were outside, she could see his burn more clearly. The light moonlight shined brighter compared to the darkness that once surrounded them. Acheki could see the swelling of his arm. “Were you going to burn me?”

The collar rune around my throat snapped—light cracking like glass. It dissolved. Mara’s face twisted with rage. “No,” she hissed. “You don’t get to—” “I do,” I snapped. I turned to the black-water seam and spoke the only command that mattered. “RETURN.” Ash surged—not upward, not outward—*sideways*, into the water like a hook. The black water fought, swirling, trying to swallow my ash. I clenched my jaw and pushed. “RETURN HER.” The water bulged. A shape rose.

His golden eye glare at me with defiance and hurt shining in them. "You're right I did leave. I'm here now. I'm not leaving again. Chaos in mine. You're mine," I say succinctly in a hard confident tone. I reach between our bodies with my hand not entangled in his hair. His golden eyes shutter close as he bites back a groan before they locate back on mine. "Who owns all five letters that make our acronym of C.H.A.O.S.?" Jase says. We look up at him. He has a satisfied smirk on his handsome face. "For whom did we grow to power?"

ASHINA’S POV I stood face to face with Farkas, my heart hammering violently against my ribcage as a storm of emotions coursed through me. The blazing heat of rage and the caustic burn of betrayal wrapped around my chest squeezing the air from my lungs. My voice quavered, about to break, but I fought at it and pulled myself up. No matter how much pain pounded in my chest, I wouldn’t let it show—I wouldn’t allow my feelings to make me weak in his presence.