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Argo’s pov Airk’s been home for a few weeks now, and he’s even more fucking miserable than I am. And that’s saying a lot! We have just started school again. Well, he has. I’ve been skipping most of my classes to train with Gamma Rayan. I’ve been telling him that I’ve asked permission, but that’s bullshit. Even if I am dyslexic, it doesn’t change the fucking fact that school is hard for me and I already have too much shit going on. Despite the help I had gotten from Hazel, I still felt fucking dumb whenever I was sitting in one of my classes and the teachers asked us to write or read something. I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I’ve been seeing a therapist, mostly because my family is fucking forcing me. But while I have talked to her about my parents, I haven’t told her all the ways I've fucked up lately. It’s easier to talk about the past than the present, I guess. Isaac is back home too, and we’re being civil. We’re not back to where we were—not even fucking close to b
Mila’s pov "Are you ready?" Eli asked, getting into a fighting stance. Eli was a lot stronger than me; he already had his wolf, but while he might have strength, he lacked skill. Luna Kyra had thanked me for helping Eli train more; training with me had finally motivated him to do what she had asked for years: Eli finally started to train daily. Eli started training after I almost beat him one time, but I haven’t beaten him since. Today was the day, though, and I could feel it. I had moved back home after the summer break was over, but Eli still took time out of his schedule to visit me each weekend to spar with me. Our packs were a little over an hour away, and I really appreciated the time he took to help me. I nodded, letting Eli know I was ready, and he started trying to hit me. He was always the first one to move—never defensive, always offensive. But I had studied his moves over the last few months, and there was always a window; I just needed to hold out long enough. I move
Argo’s pov Mom walked over to me, clearly emotional, and hugged me, "Argo, I’m so fucking proud of you. Not just about graduating, but about the man you’ve become. You know what a fucking honor it is to be your mom?" There’s nothing like everyone congratulating you and telling you how proud they are to make me feel like they didn’t actually think I could do it. They’re not saying it, but their fucking faces are saying a whole lot. I didn’t even think I could do it. But here I am at our big ass birthday party after graduating. It’s not like I got A’s, except for gym, but still, there were some B’s amongst the C's, and fuck it. I graduated, and that’s all that fucking matters. Now I don’t ever have to read another book again. I don’t get the people who actually love to read. Isn’t it fucking boring to stare at words and imagine the story in your head when you have a fucking TV to imagine it for you? "Thanks, mom." I replied. "And thanks for the big ass party. But I thought it would
Airk’s pov Kael, my wolf. He is here. ‘You’ll never be alone again,’ my wolf said kindly in his heavy voice. ‘I’m okay. I have my family and friends. I’ll be okay.’ I replied, not wanting to depress my wolf so soon after meeting me. ‘You don’t have to lie to me, my human.’ I sighed, ‘then do you have any ideas how I will get out of this? How do I stop feeling this way?’ Kael purred in my head, ‘our mate.’ I scoffed, ‘so Brax hurt us, and we’ll find another person to make it better. Shouldn’t it come from within? Replacing the love I felt for one person with another doesn't sound healthy.’ Kael laughed loudly, startling me. ‘Yes, working on yourself is important, but meeting your mate will have a calming effect. It will make you feel complete.’ I honestly didn’t know if I would ever feel complete again. It truly felt like Brax had taken a part of my heart the day he couldn’t answer my question honestly. While I didn’t doubt the Moon Goddess was real, in the last few months I h
Argo’s povFuck, I was nervous. I wasn’t even this fucking nervous before taking that stupid history test, which I got a C+ for. For some, that might be a bad score, but I was fucking celebrating when I saw that C. Fuck being the best; just being good enough is fine by me.Well, in school, that is. When I’m fighting, I have to be the best. Losing once and again is normal, but it’s only acceptable if you learn from it. Then next time, you beat them like a fucking boss.'Distracting yourself with stupid monologues won’t help,’ Stark said.Where the fuck was my supportive wolf?'Your supportive wolf is still here, but he doesn’t like hearing you talk inside your head for the whole flight. You could talk to me, you know.’ Stark growled, annoyed.'Sorry. I’m just not used to you yet. But are you just as fucking nervous as I am?’I could feel Stark shrug his shoulders in my mind. Do wolves actually do that?‘I’m not the one that will be doing the talking. This is all you.’'Maybe you should
Mila’s pov Before the match, I was stupid, dumb, or maybe sentimental. I don’t fucking know. But getting ready for this tournament made me think of Argo and the things he had taught me. If things were different, would he come today and watch me? Would he cheer me on from the sidelines and tell me I did a good job? I sighed. What was wrong with me? Even now, I still wanted Argo’s approval. Or maybe it was that Elora told me Airk and Argo’s birthdays were today. He would get his wolf today, and then he would meet his mate soon. What would she be like? Someone who would argue with him? A fighter like him? Or would he need someone who calmed him down, someone like Hazel? Yeah. Stupid me had checked out Hazel’s social media a few times, and I must say it made me hate her less. For a while, at least. All her pictures were of animals, books she read, and food. Hardly any selfies, and all in all, pretty boring. But still, I hated her a bit. Because despite being pretty boring on social m
Mila’s pov "Congratulations! And you won the tournament, just like your big brother." Brax said over the phone. Thanks; I still remember when you won. You didn’t even break a sweat." I joked. "I’m sorry for not being there for the tournament and for your party tonight." Brax sounded like he really meant it, and part of me felt bad that he wasn’t here. But it would be too much for Brax right now, and we both didn’t want to worry our mother. "I was the one who told you to stay home. How are you anyway?" I told Brax, hoping it would take away some of his guilt. Brax sighed, "I’m angry. At the world, at myself, and at everyone who does get the person they love in their life. I’m trying not to be. Honestly, I’m doing a lot better as long as I keep busy." "Maybe therapy might help, or at least talking to someone?" I suggested. "Yeah, maybe." Brax said, but he quickly changed the subject. "Elora told me about the bonus fight that happened after the tournament. So Argo won against Eli,
Airk’s pov ‘Come,’ I told my brother through the mindlink. ‘No,’ Argo’s voice rang in my head. ‘It’s about Eli and Mila,’ I said, and he sighed deeply before he murmured a curse under his breath. ‘Where? And why all the fucking secrecy?’ ‘Mom is having a videocall, but you know how loud she talks." Hurry.’ I replied. Argo had run back from Mila’s back and had gotten an earful from Mom for embarrassing them. He didn’t even tell our parents the real reason he fought with Eli or that he started it. He just stood there with his head hanging low and took their endless sermon about how he should think more before he acts. Finally, dad told mom it was enough and sent Argo to his room, where he told me everything that had happened. I never really had a problem with Eli, but the way he was acting towards my brother made me reach out to Elora. She needed to know the truth, and hopefully she would tell Elora too. I knew Argo would never tell her himself; he was feeling too low and embarra