I used to love Saturdays, it means a much needed break from the week of vigorous training, I'm hating it for that exact reason right now. It means I have nothing to pour my frustrations into as I have the past two days, it’s the only thing that makes me feel some kind of peace these days, it means I’m doing something, sharpening my skills like a blade for when we find them. Pushing up the sleeves of my red thermal, I look to the right and freeze, blind panic floods me, and I don’t think, I just duck behind the nearest tree, flattening myself against the hard bark, holding my breath. My eyes clenched shut as my heart almost beats out of my chest. A soft laugh sounds followed by a breathy voice. The footfalls draw closer and a moment later begins to fade as the girls stroll past me. My head pressed back against the tree, I swallow a sob, forcing my eyes to open finally step out from behind the tree and watch as Lily, Mile, and Winnie walk, laughing as they whisper amongst themselve
“When it comes to your protection?” he turns to me fully “When it comes down to keeping you here, safe and mine? I can and I will” “You just can’t keep things like this from me, it’s about me and I deserve a choice!” so many things have been taking form me, the ability to choose my fate, it’s the only thing I have and I’ll never allow anyone take that from me. “Is it a choice you would have accepted?” “Not, it’s not about that-“ “Then no, you do not need to know” I glare at him, I try to contain my emotions, I really do but the more I think about it, the more annoyed I get and he is just so unapologetic about it. “I thought we were supposed to be a team?” I can’t hide the hurt in my voice as I turn away from him, Zayne catches my arm “Where are you going?” With a sharp tug, I pull from his grip. “Away from you!” before I do or say something I can take back. I make to stepside him but he catches me again, pulling me into him my back to his front “Let me go,” His heart beats stea
If I thought my relationship with Zayne was strained days ago after Alpha Colton’s challenge, then I’m not sure what to call it at the moment, we're not even talking, at least I’m not talking to him, and he’s not tried to talk to me either. Yes, he gives me any updates they have on the investigation, but he doesn’t join me for meals, I’ve barely even seen him the past two days, yes, he still comes to me at night and we fuck, using our bodies to talk each other, saying things we wished we would say out loud: I’m so mad at you but I want you so much, I’m sorry, forgive me? I’m not quite sure which of us is trying to say that last one though, me? Him? Both of us? It feels wrong thinking about this at the moment, I should be consumed with thoughts of trying to figure out the puppet master dead set on taking or destroying me. But alas the brain has a mind of its own. I just don’t know where I stand with him, I cannot accept that he keeps so much from me, the thought hurts, he cares abou
I can’t fight them all. I blink and bitter tears roll down my cheek. “What are you waiting for? Shoot her!” the third hunter growls at the male aiming the bow at me, arrow already notched, but he doesn’t seem to be hearing, his wide hazel eyes locked with mine, frozen it’s so easy to slip through his mental shield and I feel him, he’s shocked, scared, he doesn’t want to be here. Well then, he shouldn’t have come. I’ve always practiced shielding myself from others, so I’m not constantly overwhelmed by their emotions. The words slip through the wind, and I hear Nana’s voice. An empath is deadly. You can influence the emotions of others and vice versa. The only thing I’m capable of feeling right now is fear, grabbing hold of the fear in my heart I just push it onto him. He chokes and grabs unto his head, the bow falling to the ground. My free hand curls into a fist at my side as I shove more fear unto his mind, He cries out a moment later startling the other two. “What are you
Zayne is sitting on the bed when I step out of the bathroom, my eyes hurt from crying. At how close I’d come to getting myself and Oliver killed, at scaring Zayne so badly. He thought he was going to find me broken, bleeding, or dead. A ring of silver appears in his eyes, he must be still pissed, and rightly so. “Are you hurt?” Tightening the knot on my towel at the side, I shake my head. His eyes remain glued to my forehead where I know there is a dark bruise from when I fell. Trailing to the little cut on my lip from where I got hit by one of the hunters. “Where else?” darkness coats the words. “Blow to the back of my head” I confess. His fist clenched, his jaw tightening in restrained anger. “It doesn’t hurt” “They died too quickly, I would have dragged it out for weeks” his voice is low. My hands fondle my towel once more eyes studying the hardwood floors, I try not to cry. “Come here” I blink back the tears and run to him. Climbing into his lap, I bury my face into his
My eyes fly open, I’m tucked in bed laying on my side, in the same position I’d fallen asleep in. As though I haven’t moved once throughout. Throwing the sheets off, I get up slowly. Soft light pours in from the partly open curtains. A heavy sigh leaves me. “No time to waste” I get cleaned, noticing in the mirror that the bruising on my face is mostly gone, and so is the cut on my lip. The back of my scalp still feels a little sore though. Back in the bedroom, I look through Zayn’s closet, only a few of my clothes are here, neatly arranged and folded. I slip on my red velvet long-sleeved dress, and after a moment’s of thought, I wear my hoodie over it. I pause when I enter the kitchen, “Zayne?” I’d been expecting to see Emma instead. He turns, his eyes smiling as he tips his head “this is almost done, why don’t you sit?” then goes back to flipping pancakes. “Surprised to see you here” I point out as I enter the kitchen fully, going around the table to take a look at what he’s co
I don’t go straight to the lodge though, I walk the woods for more hours, studying the layout, I’ve done this before a number of times but only as an enforcer in training, by the time I return, I’m wearing only my red longsleeves dress. My hair flowed down my back in loose waves. I wonder if Oliver is at the arena right now, if I have enough time, I’ll go visit him later. A stone rolls down hitting the grass, drawing my eyes to a handful of rocks on the side. One silver eye blinks unpleasantly at my approach. “Did I wake you with my loud thoughts?” I smile. It is a thing we do, a one-sided conversation with the gray wolf while he ignores me until I go away. “I don’t suppose today is the day I’ll see the male behind all that fur? I mean don’t get me wrong, I think your pelt is really pretty, it’ll make a fine coat” If a wolf would roll its eyes, I imagine that’s what Elijah would be doing right now. “Not today then?” I nod twice. “Good talk buddy” I smile at him once more before w
When I come to the edge of the dirt road that leads out of the woods I follow it, walking in between enough trees to keep me covered in the case that someone is patrolling this area, I doubt it though. I’d never walked so far in my life not even when we left our pack house to the caves back home, Dark woods territory is just too large, but I keep it up. Until I begin to feel too warm inside my sweater,r but I don’t dare uncover my hair. Then I walk and walk some more. My boots scrape on the grass when I begin to tire. It’s hours later before the first vehicle drives past, I step out fully from the forest, waving my hand at the vehicle, I don’t know if the driver doesn’t see me or if he simply didn’t care because the vehicle doesn’t slow down, just kept moving until it zoomed past me. “Damn it” I cursed, releasing a loud breath. About three miles later I began to hear the sound of traffic signaling that I’m close to the town. I wave at the next upcoming vehicle, jumping slightly, bot