I wasn't planning to write about their shifts, but this chapter wrote itself. in less than forty minutes. so I hope it's any good. lol I'm going to bed and hope you enjoy. I like gems, I love comments and I adore reviews. But I'm just happy you're reading honestly.
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
Brax’s pov It’s been months—almost six months—since I’ve last seen Airk. In real life, that is. Apparently I’m a glutton for punishment because I keep staring at every picture I have of him. On social media, it appears he’s doing okay. I’ve seen pictures of him laughing with his friends and family. Pictures of Airk and Isaac going to college classes together. Airk is living his life, and soon he’ll find his mate, and I’ll be a distant memory. ‘I doubt that,’ Hudson says. ‘You don’t forget your first love that easily.’ Airk was my first love. He might not be my mate, but he’ll always be a part of my heart. Would I be part of his too? "Hey dickhead, are you done staring at your phone?" "Argo, I’ve told you not to call me that. Especially not in public." I growled. "Fine, Alpha Brax, o good and mighty Alpha. Please, can you help the humble, loyal future Gamma of your pack and focus your attention on training for one fucking second?" Argo said with a smirk. "I can just send you ho
Airk’s pov ‘And Brax is coming?’ I asked my brother. ‘Yeah, like I’ve fucking told you a million times before, he’s coming.’ ‘How did he look?’ I asked, mind-linking my brother during dinner. Just one more day, and I would see Brax again. ‘Like shit. I don’t fucking know. He always looks the same to me, but he did have a big reaction when I told him you still loved him.’ ‘You did what?!’ ‘Yeah, he had the same deer in headlights look you’re having right the fuck now. What? Was I not allowed to state the fucking obvious?’ "Boys…." Mom said, "as much as I am happy you can both mindlink now, please stop having private conversations at the dinner table." Argo raised his eyebrows, "so you’re saying you and dad don’t have private conversations all the damn time?" "That’s for your fucking benefit. Do you want to hear us talk dirty?" Mom replied, challenging my brother. Argo didn’t answer, and mom scoffed, "yeah, didn’t fucking think so." Dad shook his head and gave mom a kiss, "pri
Argo’s pov "Hi." "Hi." Fuck… I never wanted to be an eavesdropper like my mom. I am not one to gossip, but I couldn’t stop myself from listening. This was going to be one intense fucking conversation. My door was already opened slightly, and I moved closer, wanting to hear more. It was their fucking fault for having this conversation in a public hallway. "So, I guess congratulations are in order?" Brax said. "What do you mean?" Airk asked, and I could practically hear him fidget. He was clearly nervous. "You met your mate, didn’t you? The man with brown hair?" Airk actually gasped. He can be so fucking dramatic. So it was true? He did meet his mate? He was gone for a bit during the party, and when he came back, he had this weird look on his face, but I just figured he was still being weird because of Brax. Why the fuck didn’t he tell me? "He’s not out… yet." Airk said softly. So he’s going to reject you?" Did Brax actually sound hopeful? Yeah, he fucking did. If Airk’s mate