THE MOON GRACED THE SKY AS IF SHE'D HAD SOME BRIGHT IDEA, something brilliant needed to shine upon the Earth. Harlow watched it through her window, her mind clogged with conflicting thoughts as she waited patiently for Michael. Indeed, he would come. He has to come; he has to. He made a promise and vowed to keep it.
"He has to..." She sighed under her breath, but deep down, she knew that wasn't true because that night, he didn't come, even though she prayed he would. Michael didn't seem like the person who would keep a singular promise; he was Michael Collins. That much should have given away the person he was.
To say she wasn't disappointed would be an understatement; it was another thing to add to her list of disappointment. "Asshole." That was the last word she said before Harlow had to have enough of waiting around, feeling like a Moping puppy. Abruptly she sat off her bed and began to prepare herself for sleep. If Michael
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HER FOOTSTEPS WERE SLOW, painfully slow; she dragged them behind her as she made her way to the only place she dreaded, the headmistress office. Harlow's heart had stopped at just the mention of her name; once again, Fate put her in a position where she didn't quite know what to do. The hallway seemed empty; its dull colour was even more gloomy than usual; something felt odd. Strange even, and she couldn't get rid of the intuitive feeling that something terrible was going to strike her when she least expected it. The air around her chilled tremendously, and the lights flickered. Immediately her footsteps faltered; a rising suspicion began to cluster her.In the hallway sat ice.A significant, thick frost seemed to cover the walls, sprinkling its cold crystal gems proudly, and her gasp came out in hot huffs as a chill rushed through her; a striking fear engulfed her existence, inherently her head turned around, looking as if she detected s
SABIN, THE MANY WHO KNEW OF HIM, FEARED HIM. He sat on his chair, staring at the girl presumed to be his brother's Mate. It came as a shock for everyone, including Michael himself. He'd heard the rumour but brushed them off as simply just rumours, theories.He'd travelled from the human lands—New York to here, Crescent Pack territory with only one goal: Pandora's box and destroying it, it held the only thing all his brothers desired most. To break free from this curse. All right, two goals. So far, no luck. But he had found Michael and Kane, who had walked away from him thousands of years ago. Brothers he'd once fought beside. Brothers he'd once loved.Brothers who now hated him.He sighed. Since his arrival three days ago, he'd caught a glimpse of Michael here and there but hadn't made his presence known, unsure of the reception he'd receive. Would he be attacked on sight or embraced as the prodigal son?Damn, but he almost fea
DAMN, DAMN, DAMN.Time had gotten away from her, and Harlow had become entirely engrossed in the dread within her.'This was bad, really, really bad.'She walked towards the place she called home; her house stood right in front. Ironically, the moon dapples its light upon the place where she thought it was safe. Shinning bright in the darkness, the sun had gone down, and it was then she realised that she had been gone for a few hours. Maybe even a whole day. One thing was sure, it was past her curfew, and her mom would kill her.At this point, she couldn't stop the hate she felt for herself. The fact that these people were making her do something that potentially would endanger her family and friends' lives had her fuming. Yet, at the same time, she was scared. Harlow stopped and thought of a way she could get away from the man following suit behind; another obvious thing was that he knew Michael. Which wasn't much of
"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO HIM?"It was as if she had retreated inside of herself; instead of being there with Matt, she watched in the same way someone would watch television. It's as if the sounds were arriving in her brain from far away, far away, and her touch is somehow disconnected. And so, she told herself repeatedly that everything was going to be okay.Yet, it wasn't. Not even a little bit.She was scared shitless. That feeling someone gets when they don't know what to do, how they ended up here and what the future offers.The worst part about this wasn't this situation, but it was now the sudden realisation of just how close to her house these people were, it was so close, and the thought alone scared. While she was worried about herself, never stopping to think about the potential threats could be just almost the corner. Damn, how had her life shifted for the worst in m
SABIN DRAGGED HER OUT OF THE ROOM. Leaving Matt's sleeping body behind.Hurrying down the narrow hallway, she started to panic once again. Would they hurt their fellow Pack-mate? They couldn't. She had family in that Pack; her nan and mother were a part of this Pack."Harlow, You need to move faster."A loud growl came, and she stopped, nearly toppling to the ground from Sabin's hold on her arm. She took one look over her shoulder, only to see a grey wolf crouched down in the hallway; his ears were flattened, and drool dripped from his sharp teeth. Sabin cursed under his breath when the werewolf suddenly decided to sprint its way to them. Protectively, she was pushed back, bumping into the nearest wall.Harlow gritted her teeth together; seeing Sabin's broad shoulders made her stiffen in anger; this was his fault. What was he going to do? Was he going to use that demonic power he had or was he going to shift
EVERYTHING HURT. Opening her eyes, she felt the wetness on her cheeks as she squinted up at the harsh lights shining down on her. Harlow couldn't help but feel a sense of deja vu wash through her. She'd experienced something similar to this before. A groan left her lips, cringing at the pain in her body- the most pain came from her head and her gut, which was most likely from the burning pain, followed by the darkness that was always welcomed by her body. It was far better to be unconscious rather than conscious. 'Why does this keep happening to me?' Her lungs felt as if an endless amount of cigarettes damaged them because she was struggling to breathe for some odd reason. 'Oh, God.' Sucking in a deep breath, she tried sitting forward but couldn't. Something thick held her down; they were clinging on her wrists and ankles. Panic overwhelmed her, and she released a small cry; she attempted wiggling out of the straps, using her puny strengt
"LOOK, THIS WASN'T MY IDEA," Kane spoke the silence, breaking the silence in the cramped room. Numerous thoughts were swarming in her head as she rocked back and forth on the other bed, hugging her legs to her chest. About an hour ago, a man had entered the room and, ignoring her pleads, placed a tray of food at the end of their beds. Harlow almost heaved at the sight of them; the bread, milk, cold vegetables, and a burrito appeared to be expired. She didn't even bother touching it; for all she knew, it could've contained poison or drugs. Kane had sniffed his bread before tossing it across the room with a sigh. Now, the two of them were in their provided, uncomfortable beds listening to the occasional passing footsteps outside the door. She gritted her teeth together. "Honestly, I could care-less about your stupid ideas right now, Kane." "I know you're curious, Dollface," he replied earnestly, tossing the bouncing ball back and forth in hi
"YOU'RE A BRAVE GIRL, HARLOW," Amanda said, her dark eyes watching as one of her fellow scientists pulled the needle out of her arm. Wincing, Harlow felt the numbness at the tips of her fingers- 'I need Michael.' Almost an hour ago, Amanda had sent guards to the room, dragging her away from an exhausted Michael who'd tried to fight them off. Then, she was forced into a small, cramped room where scientists didn't hesitate to start taking her blood, studying her body and running tests in annoying machines in the corner. Everything about this felt like a bad dream she couldn't wake up from; everything Harlow knew about the world before this was so off. Back then, she saw Michael as a crazed enemy, and the Pack that had taken in her mother and herself were the ones who were sane. Boy was that far from the truth. These people were far from merciful. Harlow looked down at the straps on her wrists, locking her down in the uncomfortable, reclined chair. These