Days have passed, and I'm starting to feel more comfortable.Shinee has been suspiciously respectful, or at least that's what Damon thinks. He has been cautious ever since arriving in Shinee's home, which I can't blame him for. He's in the presence of a very powerful man with no powers at all, and no mate bond to protect him. Even if I don't know Shinee's motive yet, if he even has one, I know it's unlikely he will hurt me, considering I'm his mate.We sit eating breakfast, Damon absent like he always seems to be. If he didn't come knocking on my bedroom door every night before I sleep, I would be convinced he ran away. Shinee doesn't seem to be too bothered, though."So what's the plan now?" I ask him, chewing on the end of a strawberry. Shinee sits opposite me across the table, watching me eat but never touching anything but his tea.I've been keeping an eye on his habits.He has a rather simple lifestyle for someone who has the amount of power that he does. On the Moon, I always as
Damon has finished his magical light show as I approach.Stalking across Shinee's backyard toward where Damon stands, looking out to the mountains in the distance, dusted with snow, stars sprinkled above the peaks. Ignoring the dew soaking my bare feet as I walk, I concentrate on Damon's back, a million thoughts streaming through my head. What did I just witness? It was like a beam going up into the sky, like nothing I've ever seen before.He hears my approach, glancing over his shoulder before I even have a chance to come to a standing point behind him. For a split second, his eyes are milky, before he blinks, and the color vanishes. He knows I saw, but doesn't jump to defend himself."What are you?" I hear myself say, although the sound doesn't appear to belong to me. I can't tell if I'm frightened or not.Damon loosens a sigh. "Aidana, what are you doing out here-""Tell me what you are, Damon. Are you contacting the Moon?" I question, looking up into the night sky, wondering where
The next few days past at an excruciatingly slow pace.Shinee remains blissfully unaware of Damon's secret the whole time, treating me no differently. I, however, have felt nothing but a growing pit in my stomach, as I try to wrap my head around what Damon is. The Moon. I still find it hard to believe him, but after all he told me, I'm not about to question him. If his threat about Shinee is real, I'm not saying a word.But what he told me has brought an itching curiosity to the surface. Damon mentioned how powerful Shinee is, but I have yet to see him bring up any of these abilities in front of me recently.. And I know he won't, to try not to scare me.Today, however, will be different. I'm going to test him.Evening has officially settled over the estate, and like clockwork, everyone returns to their rooms. On the way to my bedroom, I stop by Shinee's, his door ajar, so I knock on the doorframe.Shinee is lounging on his bed, reading something. Hearing my knock, he glances up at me
by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god. In all honesty, I’ve never been fond of him. I’ve never met him but it’s crazy to see how adeptly he paved our lives for us without even knowing our existence. If I could be blunt, I could even say that I hated him my whole life. After all, he was the sole reason why every one of us must be removed from our family callously to attend boarding school until the age of eighteen. It’s compulsory, he declared. It was also compulsory to attend further education until we obtained a useful job like doctor or lawyer. Of course that rule didn’t apply for misfits. What happen to those? They were shipped off to manually train to be nothing more than security guards. Shipped off to provide security f
I'm not an easily intimidated girl. Never have been. But no one has induce a cold chill across the surface of my skin like the woman in front of me. Her eyes are a steely, intense hazel. Usually hazel is a warm, inviting colour. Not in this case. Her dark hair is pulled away from her face, revealing the sharp facial structure created by her jaw and her cheekbones. I don't know what hole she crawled out of, but it's clearly a very immaculate one. "Is your name Aerys Maria Sinclair?" she asks coolly. Her accent is Discipline Pack bred, but there is something about her that seems unnervingly unfamiliar. Foreign. I reach for the cool I keep deep within me. "Who's asking?' Ignoring the sharp glare Mistress Thatcher shoots me from the corner of my eye, I continue to smile sweetly. She returns my smile tightly, lacing her fingers together. "You may refer to me as Miss Tilsbury," she tells me. Her tone is no nonsense. Miss Tilsbury it is, I suppose. "I am a representative for a corporatio
Seeing this is making me shy away from my initial excitement. The facility is imposing, a building behind the main office scaling larger than any other. The plaster cladding is an ash grey, the windows tinted dark and reflective. The office is slightly warmer, manicured gardens consumed by small topiary line a gravel footpath up to the main doors. The other buildings are similar, with more windows. But outside the ajar car door, despite the cold atmosphere, birds chatter and cherry blossoms from the drive sweeten the air. "Inside, we will have your other contract ready for you to sign if you are willing," Tilsbury says, as I nervously slide out of the car, leaving the plush seats of the SUV behind. "And then we will proceed from there." I follow her as she abnormally strides along the gravel in her heels, leading me through the front door. My assumptions were that this is an office. But there is no reception desk, no manicured lady or short sofas partnered with sleek coffee tables
I didn't sleep easy that night. The bed had sunk into the shape of someone else, so all night, I shifted uncomfortably. The unknown haunt my dreams, the amount of times I woke not knowing where I was being ridiculous. I'm in the middle of nowhere, my fate unknown. Whoever sleeps in the rooms around me are surely as anxious about tomorrow. I take comfort in knowing I'm not the only one. The lack of curtains truly live up to their desired effect. Sun glared into my eyes the moment it rose, at some ungodly hour. As much as my body protested, I knew it was my cue to get up and face this undetermined day. Out of sheer habit, I made my bed. If this is anything like the institute I grew up in, someone would come in to check it, then scold me if it was done incorrectly. So I fold the sheets up, and decide to figure out what to wear. I wasn't allowed to bring any clothing or personal items with me. As much as it saddens me, I know I didn't own anything or significance. I'm sure all of it wil
I wasn't aware we would be meeting the Alpha so early. A sense of nervousness seems to settle over everyone. We all share the same disbelief. Perhaps if our Alpha did more public appearances, or didn't have the amount of rumour surrounding him that he does, then we wouldn't be so stricken with surprise. Juan leads us out of the building we all slept in, leading us toward one which towers so high above us, the shadow it casts chills me to my bone. The large doors are pushed open as we arrive, Juan ushering is in. Everyone is too stunned to utter a single word, as we look around what I assume is a gymnasium. Juan requires to all line up, which we all do without a word of protest uttered. I'm assuming the lot of us are too worried Thorranmay be watching to act out. I stand between Mira and Drayton. After what Drayton admitted, I'm nervous being in his presence. Why did he go to jail? Everyone here seems to have some history with delinquency, me included to a degree. It leaves me wonde