"You're an insensitive Bastard," I say. I want him to say something to do something, but he just leans against the wall staring at me. To my horror, I feel the telltale sign of tears, but I blink it away aggressively. Max walks towards me and cups my face "You've no idea," he says, leaning in. I don't know what I hope for, but I lift my head to face him anyway. We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity when he whispers "Do you think I'm not tired Callista, you should know by now that I am an addict and you are my addiction, I know I should back away, but these days when it comes to you, it seems my body doesn't obey my commands. I close my eyes, and i see you. I breathe, and your scent fills the air. Every day, i crave a taste of you. You everything to me. " His nose caresses my cheek, and he takes a long inhale, and I realise he's breathing in my scent. He then puts his forehead to mine, and his lips brush mine when he says "I'm never going back to how I was before, am I?" When I open my eyes, he's gone.
View MoreA knock sounds on my door, waking me up from my sleep. I look around the room, disoriented but awake. Max is nowhere to be seen and I am on his bed.“He put me on the bed” I mumble quietly. A small smile graces my lips at his thoughtfulness. From the light reflecting into the room from the window, I realise it's still light out. “Ugh, this day is long enough” The knock sounds again, more insistent this time.“I'll be right there!” I call out, a little of the irritation I feel colors my voice. I get up and run my hand through my hair in hopes of reducing the awful bed she'd I no doubt have, but I wince upon getting my fingers caught in a tangle. Days of not running a comb through my hair have finally caught up with me, and I'm only grateful that when I first arrived someone put out clothes for me, but no one has had the initiative to repeat the action since then, and I was too preoccupied with my failed escape plan to demand more. I make a mental note to ask for more later.I yank th
From the corner of my eye, I watch Max approach me before he squats in front of me. He hands me a phone that I collect silently. The action brings our skin in contact with each other, and a zip runs through me. From the slight tensing in Max's body, I know he must have felt it too. I snatch the phone from his hands and clear my throat a little too loudly but Max only arches a perfect brow at me. “What?” I ask haughtily but he responds with a small laugh.“Nothing” He retorts, before going back to his position on the bed. “I expected a new phone you know?”“I already sent someone out to get you a new one” “What happened to my old one? were you able to recover it” “No, it was one of the things we went back to check for after we brought you back to the house, but it wasn't there” His words pique my curiosity “We or You?” I inquire carefully, his expression shifts to one of amusement “Me” “Huh” “What is it Calista,” he asks exasperatedly “Nothing at all” For some reason, I am s
For months now, I've been a passive observer in my own life, and if I'm being honest, I was totally and utterly fine with it. But now, it's no longer enough for me to just watch myself live my life like everything is happening to another person. It's time to take charge.I face Max squarely. “First, I going to need a phone. I need to text my Dad and my friend”“Done”“Second, I want to learn everything there is to know about why the rogue wolf came after me”“That was most likely an isolated incident,” he says. I scoff “If that's true, then I'm Jesus” To my surprise he huffs out a laugh. The action is so shocking, that it transforms his entire countenance“She's back” he mumbles, I don't know if he intended for me to hear or not, but I do and I choose to be the bigger person by ignoring the remark.“Look, that wasn't the first time I was attacked okay, on the day of the accident, there was a wolf” I correct myself “I mean, a Werewolf with red eyes. It also looked rabid, so I'm assu
The blackness tinges on the edge of my vision, seducing me, trying to draw me in. I don't fight it, in fact, I welcome it. Numbing myself to the emotion and the pain seems like the solution to all my problems right now. Not the best solution, but right now it's quicker. It's easier than dealing with the mess of my emotions.“We are going to have to talk Calista” Max is speaking to me, but his voice sounds like it's coming from far away. The world splits into two and one starts to seem more like a reflection of the other. My head goes quiet and a loud beep sounds in my ear. It's like my brain giving me a countdown before my body shuts down and loses consciousness. My eyes start flickering and the beep becomes louder, more insistent, I know that I'm going to drop in less than a minute. Max is still speaking, but I can't hear anything he is saying. I subtly angle my body so that when I fall, I fall backwards towards the chair. The beeping stops, and my eyes shut themselves of their ow
“No?” I ask, my face and tone mirroring the incredulity I'm feeling.“No” he repeats his low voice edged with finality and tinged with menace. “Take her back to the main building, and keep her there, I'll be with you shortly” My body locks up. “You wouldn't dare,” I say to him defiance lining my body. Everything goes silent and the small space between us goes taut with tension that could be cut with a butter knife. His blue eyes flash with anger before emotion drains out of it.Somehow I know that the Max standing before me is more dangerous than when he is angry. This Max looks like he could kill me without batting an eyelash. Awareness and fear race through me, but I block it out, refusing to acknowledge it.“Now,” he says, his voice cold and empty. From the corner of my eyes, I notice the way people around flinch at the tone of his voice. I almost pity them. Almost.“Yes, alpha” They incline their head, in a subtle bow and move towards me. I hurriedly back away from them. The s
I've had my patience tested before. Multiple times actually, but today, I must have set a new record. Three days ago, Max left me in–what I would later find out was his room through snooping and boredom–naked and without an ounce of dignity. Now, I'm facing a stupid brute who keeps on yapping and telling me all about what I can or cannot do.“You are not allowed to leave this house, Miss Richards” We are currently at the threshold of the massive house I've been imprisoned in for days, debating a topic that shouldn't even be up for debate in the first place. I look up at him and contemplate the best angle I can use to bash his skull in.“Listen here you dumb fuck, I am not one of your pack members that your Alpha can command or do whatever the fuck he does to. I am human, and therefore impervious to the stupid mindfuckery that goes on around here. So in light of my situation, you can see how much I don't care about your Alpha and his commands.” The brute in question grimaces but to
“I know” I suck in a breath. His normally husky voice sounds guttural. “He is very excitable” “You speak of him, like he is separate from you” “He is separate and not at the same time” His hands start drawing small circles on my waist. “How can something be separate and joined at the same time?” I ask him, confused“At any given moment, I am both the man, and the wolf , and at the same time, at any given time, the wolf is the wolf and the man.”“Explain further” I demand leaning closer to him. With his hands still preoccupied with drawing the circle on my waist, he does.“I told you earlier, Werewolves are both man and wolf. Our human part, the part where our humanity comes from, is what we are born with. We grow up learning moral cues, and socially acceptable practices until it is ingrained in us, because, for some time, that is what we are. Humans. Only, we are humans with the werewolf gene.”I listen to him closely
"So werewolves are an actual combination of wolf and man? I ask "Yes?""And then what? When a full moon comes around you just wolf out?" Max looks at me, quiet and contemplative, and then he bursts out laughing. The sound of his laughter is a little awkward, it's rusty and unused. I realise it then, for some reason, this is a man that has had little reason to laugh. My chest constricts and sadness for him fills me. I don't understand my sadness at all. I feel like punching myself because all this man has done to me is lie and pretend about everything, but my feelings about him have always been mysteriously complicated. Sometimes anger and hate, the other times, mind-searing attraction and happiness.He's telling you the truth now, a small voice in my head says, but I ignore it. If I had not been attacked by that wolf, he would not even have bothered to tell me anything. He probably would have gone his own merry way, without hesitation, and I would have been a very forgettable fragm
"It is believed that thousands of years ago, a group of travellers came across a group of natives of this land. They were sick, hungry, tired and travel weary, and they asked the natives for help. The natives however were a highly suspicious group and refused them shelter, but they gave them food and left them to their own devices." I listen with rapt attention as Max narrates the story of werewolf beginnings, questions already forming rapidly at the back of my mind. "The travellers were grateful for their help and accepted the food, hoping it would help them somewhat, but one by one they started getting sick and one by one, they started dying. When the travellers were all thought dead, one of them, believing that they were responsible for the deaths of her companion struggled with her very last breath to find the natives and when she found them, she cursed them, and using the moon and her blood to seal her curse, she cursed them to die until extinction, after she cursed the, she di
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