Where We Left Off Novels & Stories

Looks like I miscalculated something. We both left hotel silently. I felt extremely sad. With a heavy heart we both left Country X!! Love ❤️❤️ moniagnes

And I had been here long enough to understand what that meant, but not long enough to change it. There was nothing to take. Nothing to hold onto. I turned away without a second thought. “We’re ready,” I said, stepping toward the door. Caelan nodded, already gathering what little we had set aside, while Zane moved ahead of us, his movements steady despite what had happened the night before. If the attack had shaken him, he didn’t show it. Which didn’t surprise me. “Next stop?” he asked. “Lydia and Joseph’s,” I said. “We’ll start there.”

“If we keep this, we won’t hear anything,” I cut in. They went quiet. Midway, I glanced back. The crowd was gone. Whoever it was... they left. I turned back. Please, let me be wrong. The meeting ended. Students filed out. Kayla and I got food at the canteen. Then went to rest. We weren’t competing. Just here to cheer. But my wolf won’t be quiet.

I whispered, my heart aching at the thought of leaving him. For the rest of the morning, we remained in each other's company, savoring the fleeting moments we had left. We talked about everything and nothing, holding on to the connection we had forged. But as the time to depart drew near, a sense of melancholy settled upon us, knowing that our paths were about to diverge.

“Eat.” I watched her walk away. Thank you for what? I stared into the soup for a long moment before taking another spoonful. The party carried on. Laughter. Music. Children shouting. In a few days, we would leave. We would leave the villa. Leave Cancun. Whatever this was would stay here. I would go back to my life. He would go back to his. Everything would settle. Everything would be fine. Across the terrace, I felt it before I saw it.

Her face was flushed with anger and embarrassment, but she didn't seem to recognise me. “From what you've said so far, it's a good thing she left. At least she knows not to expect anything more.” Adrian said. “Anyways, gotta run. You're not the only one who had last night, you know.” The familiar beep sound from my phone signaled the end of the call.

He nodded agreeing and without so much as a look back, we left. We left the room. We left the house and we left him. Forever.

We stood in the shared wreckage of that for a moment, not touching, not looking away. "Saturday," I said finally. "Saturday," she agreed. I left before either of us said something we'd have to know what to do with.

"Where are we going?" I had long forgotten the part where he said he would take me somewhere. But we got interrupted and our priority changed after that. We were running from Jayde's men. So when we were back on the road again, I realized we were not heading back to that village where we came from. We were heading somewhere else. "We are going to a place, and then we need to try something, so we can end this war once and for all." Okay... But he still didn't tell me where were we heading.

In the candor of these moments, we discovered the beauty of being truly heard and understood—a connection that transcended mere words. As the final bites were savored and our plates lay empty, the night sky beckoned us with its celestial display. With hearts aglow and minds intertwined, we would bid adieu to the dinner table and set forth towards our sanctuary of rest. Side by side, we embarked on the night's journey, each step a testament to the bond we were nurturing.