"Gabriel," I called his attention in a low voice.
We were in my room. He's playing with his magic absentmindedly sitting on the couch while I studied for my history test. He was mad at me, so now he didn't take his eyes off me. He said that the first time I neglected, I would get into trouble. I couldn't deny him, so I agreed to let him take over my room. So he hovered like a hawk over me. I couldn't even search my notebook without getting excited.
Sundays were my days off so I took the opportunity to do all my homework for the week. Adrien was busy. The Alpha was taking him away for his training as the future leader of the pack so my brother and I were alone.
And a bit boring, to tell the truth.
Gabriel barely spoke to me, so I felt a bit lonely. He was angered by my encounter with Donovan, but I hadn't asked to meet a vampire in the woods.
I was fascinated by my m
"Gabriel!" I yelled, running to him without thinking twice.He could be hurt. I just thought and prayed to the gods that he was okay. My brother couldn't just hurt himself with his own magic. Or not?I wanted to think that he was not such a clumsy witch.He allowed me to get closer to him, but he didn't want me to see his face. His arms covered him and although he did not try to push me away, he did not approach me either. I was so mortified for him. I didn't even have time to think how I had stopped his attack. Had I used magic? Again?I blew my mind as I listened to him sniffle and notice what was happening.Gabriel was crying."I couldn't save them," he lamented softly. "I was there being healed by mom. And he entered."He? He was probably referring to one of the vampires ... He might even be Donovan's father himsel
"Adrien!" I yelled, chasing after him.My shirt was soaked with the smell of my blood but I couldn't stop myself. I wasn't as fast as a werewolf. My body was still quite human. The pain also kept me from running faster, however I tried. I couldn't think clearly when I noticed my soul mate abandon me and flee into the forest.What exactly was he running from? From me? What he had done? I didn't blame him. I knew better than anyone that Adrien would never hurt me on purpose. The reality was that watching him leave hurt a lot more than his claw mark near my ribs.My legs were a bit heavy, and each step felt like an ordeal. It wasn't such a deep wound but it was enough to stunt my movements. I was feeling much slower than normal but I didn't want to stop my steps. Something told me that if I accepted Adrien running away, I would regret it for the rest of my life.The night was dark, I heard
Adrien.I always knew that I had to protect Estelle. It was something that was inside me from the first time I saw it. With a certainty that no one could explain, the instinct to protect her from everything and everyone was as natural to me as breathing.In fact, things were simpler when I believed she was only human. When I had the absurd certainty that she would never have to face any danger. She could make my pack respect her. I could watch that no one approached with intentions to harm her. And although I could not always take care of her as I should, no one could say that I did not try with all my might.My father was always a very strict man, but a bit disinterested. He let us go at our own pace, yet he always seemed to be on top of us. Make mischief? That ended up becoming an impossible mission. He would discover us in seconds, as much as Estelle was excellent at covering her tracks. There w
When I woke up, Adrien was sleeping next to me. Watching a werewolf sleep was a compliment, as they generally didn't need to sleep more than a few hours a day and were never supposed to let their guard down. However, Adrien was a lover of naps, especially with me by his side.I had to get ready to go to school, but I wanted to enjoy being in Adrien's arms a little more. I felt so comfortable with a peace that I rarely enjoyed.I felt him stir, knowing that time was beginning to pass and that we had to get ready to go to school. The day that was coming upon us seemed to be much more eventful than usual.Today I will have a serious conversation with my great friend. Maybe I even had to reveal what I am and what her new love interest was. It wouldn't be easy, but I trusted her. Ainsley had to believe me. After all, I am her best friend and the only thing I wanted was her well-being.And if
I had heard once, a long time ago, that certain warlocks could teleport. I never believed that it was true because they said that I needed to be very strong to be able to do it. They said that it was almost impossible, that, since existence, only three witches had managed to do it. One of them was even part of a legend.I remembered my grandfather, explaining to us with much love and patience all the benefits of magic. I also remembered not being overly interested, but Gabriel looked fascinated, so I endured the lesson reluctantly.However, Heath teleported us without hesitation. He didn't even gasp. He didn't look sweaty or pale. In fact, he seemed very nonchalant. As if it were the most natural act in the world.In a second I was in high school. Then I could only feel the darkness around me, the magic felt strange, unruly. My stomach churned, with a sensation similar to that caused by roller coasters.
The wounds on my arms, despite what I expected, began to heal. The fire enveloped me warmly. Delicate and smooth. I felt comfortable, as if I were some kind of wolf made for fire.At first I was scared, terrified. How not to be? I was engulfed in fire. I had to take several deep breaths to process it, while both Health Dominique and Ainsley stared at me.Thanks to the fire, I was able to observe the place with greater attention. It was definitely a basement. The ceiling was high and there was not a single window that could illuminate the place. There were more chains than I thought and it placed all over the place, as if he was prepared to hold at least ten people captive.Ainsley had serious bruises on her face, her arm seemed dislocated and she was bleeding from the chains. I myself had a serious wound on my leg, my arms, on fire, and I had the marks left by the chains on me. I knew I had bruises all over
Gabriel.My whole life changed completely when my parents died. My beloved family was destroyed, leaving me alone and in pain. The nightmares of that day haunted me every night. And it got worse as time passed. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened, blaming myself for not being strong enough to protect my parents. Or at least protect my sister.The attack was brutal and unconscionable. We didn't even know the reason for the attack and why they destroyed everything in their path. For a moment, we were a happy and calm pack. And after that, everything was ashes, screams, pain and blood.It was then, amid the chaos that the attack left, that my Uncle appeared. His hair was brown back then, although it was not difficult for a sorcerer to change his appearance. He looked the same as my mother, only in a male version. Maybe that's why I allowed him to get closer, maybe that's why I agreed to let him be
Gabriel."She's my sister," I replied, tired of having the same argument over and over again. "I'm not going to give up.""You're hurting yourself." He shook his head. "Many years have passed. You should focus on starting your search for your mate.""Mate?" I laughed mockingly. "I'm not interested in something like that.""Come on, Gabriel," he exasperated. "Are you going to spend the rest of your life looking for a person who may not even remember you?""Don't you remember me?" I frowned. "Why shouldn't he remember me?"He became visibly nervous. He started to sweat a little, even the magic around him went haywire for a second.Strange."I mean, if she remembered you, she'd be looking for you," he tried to justify."It does not matter. If she d