[Valerie]
The young witch with delicate hands who guided me into the witches’ home was ordered to take care of me. According to their leader, Elena, I was to be treated like royalty. It was only because I had chosen to give up the Alpha of my pack, the Shadow Hunters. It was barely a choice when my life depended on it, but the promise of revenge and respect - two things I wanted the most - intrigued me.The young witch took my hand and led me into a bathroom where more candles burned on the ledges of the windows. She squatted down next to the bathtub and turned the tap on. “Elena seems to like you.”I shook my shoulders, “Like me?”“The last time a wolf came to her, she threw them in the dungeon without food.”“Maybe they didn’t have anything to offer.”“Maybe.” the witch waved her hand through the water, feeling the temperature. Satisfied, she stood and faced me. “You’r[Alexander]Dad always told me how important my mother’s role was in our family. I think it goes without saying that a mother plays a key part in her family’s health and happiness, but my mother was more than just a wife and mom. She was the Luna of Mystic Moon, and the love of the Alpha’s life. She was also the bearer of an Alpha child and a healer to the pack.My childhood was fairly easy. I grew up being the apple of both my parents’ eyes, and when Amelia was born, I was trusted with the responsibility of protector of my little sister. I didn’t mind - I always felt the need to protect something or someone in order to feel accomplished. And I knew, whenever my mother looked at her family with love in her hazel eyes, she saw her own accomplishments, and that’s what gave her real joy.I never imagined that my life would become what it is now. I always looked at my parents and saw the life I wanted to have, with a woman who was as gr
[Valerie]Layla left me alone in the room - to rest, she said. But it’d been almost three hours, by my calculation, and sleep never came.It was sometime around three a.m, when the wind that blew outside assisted the spirits in getting to their respective destinations. My mind and body felt exhausted, but the urge to throw up was nagging my insides again, so I tiptoed to the bathroom and waited. Nothing came up, except my own saliva and a fiery feeling in my throat. I washed my face with cold water, and dabbed it dry with a hand towel.The woman who stared back at me looked different somehow. Her brown eyes were lighter, her jaw more prominent, and hair fell in waves instead of curling. I’d always remembered my face being rounder, lips smaller, and eyes blank and forgettable. This woman was different.While I stared at myself in the mirror, I looked down at my belly, my hand moving on its own accord as I tried to feel what Layla had felt. I was always
[Alexander]I had no idea what I was doing, picking out wall paint in the hardware store during my lunch break. A friendly young man - probably working here only part-time - came to me with a thick leather book, apparently to make the decision easier.Skimming through the pages, I realized there were more shades of the color blue than the ones I ever knew. Baby blue, turquoise, cyan, azure, neon. Lord have mercy!“Do you have anything less bright?”The man took the book back and jumped to the back of the book. “Here. I’m sure you’ll find what you’re looking for somewhere between those pages.”Except, I had no idea what I was looking for. In each shade of blue, I saw Valerie. In each shade of pink, I saw her lips. And in those earthy tones, I saw her eyes. This was a bad idea.Grey. I decided on what was called ‘porpoise grey’ - dark and gloomy, just the way I was feeling.I packed the paint tin
[Valerie]I’d been sticking to the medication timetable the doctor gave me as if it was religion. The cramps were easing up substantially, but the nausea remained. I noticed that the moment I so much as sniffed any other food besides red meat, bile rose in my throat and had me rushing to the nearest hole.When Friday came along, I tried again to talk to Chloe, but the mongrel of a woman again chose to ignore my existence. Whatever, I thought, I’d be doing her a favor later that night, because just like me, she had a bone to pick with the Alpha, except I didn’t choose to become bitter about it and make everyone around me miserable. I chose to do something about it.In all honesty, my choice twisted my insides as soon as I arrived at the witches’ den with Layla. I started to believe that the only reason she was being my friend was to keep an eye on me. I didn’t mind much, since I had no reason to betray them. I was finally getting the reven
[Alexander]Gloom was all around me, as I had just finished painting my living room. Gone was my Dolce & Gabbana suit from this morning’s impromptu meeting with Mr. Gasser’s accountant, and in its place was the oldest denim pants and faded blue t-shirt. Most of the blues I wore was now turned to grey from all the stains, and as the grey walls hugged me, I felt the strong urge to throw whatever was left in the paint tin over my head and just drown in the sorrow.Almost a week had passed since I last saw her. To any normal person, meeting someone in the span of a few days wasn’t enough to feel the way I was feeling. Anyone who knew what I was going through - and made it a concerted effort not to let anyone know - would say I was insane to fall head over heels for a woman I knew nothing about, not even her last name.But that’s how I spent my days; cooped up in my own apartment when I didn’t have anywhere to be, feeling painfully sorry f
[Valerie]The witches fought hard, and celebrated harder. The feast I had once experienced was nothing compared to the one they had tonight, with two tables spread out in buffet-style. The witches were elated, their eyes sparkling in all their crimson glory, as they danced around the fresh scalp of the Alpha that once led my pack. Garrett.I had little remorse for his death. The abuse I was dealt, both directly and indirectly because of him, made me feel as if I should have watched him suffer a bit more than he did when Zetta sliced the skin off his scalp. But it was done, and I vowed to remember the look on the wolf’s face whenever I stood before the werewolves who would do nothing but bow down before me. I had the witches on my side, and I felt unstoppable.“Why aren’t you drinking?” Layla waltzed her towards me, the smell of liquor on her tongue as she slurred her words a clear indication that she was already drunk.“I can’t
[Alexander]The pain inside me didn’t stop when I locked eyes with her, the way I thought it would. Something was wrong, I could sense it, and I had no idea why the woman laying on the bed didn’t have the effect on me that she always seemed to have. I moved closer to the bed, with the rails pulled up on either side, tubes criss-crossing all around her and needles turning her skin blue where they sunk into her skin - skin that was already blue and black in patches from the attack she endured.The face of the woman I sought, the woman I loved, was not the face I looked at now. She turned her head when she heard me calling, but when she looked at me, her brows were knit in confusion. Her eyes weren’t as bright as I had remembered, and now that I was closer, I noticed that her brown hair was too dark to belong to the woman I loved. Her face was also leaner, almost sickly so - as if life had been sucked from her cheeks.“Who are you?” Her voic
[Valerie]** Eight Years Ago **Pleasant Hill High. The bane of my existence. I’d just had to wake up and make my own sandwiches for lunch, as well as my dad’s, and missed the bus to school. So now I walked on reluctant feet, towards the one place I hated the most.As I entered between the large metal gates, Mateo sprung out and startled me. I had to take a moment to collect myself. As if I didn’t already shake with nerves!“Mat! You douchebag!” I yelled at him as we both made our way up the paved pathway.“You should have seen the look on your face! I could have sworn you saw a ghost.”“I guess I’m unlucky like that. It was just you.” I rolled my eyes and shoved him playfully.Mateo was a year older than I was, and he already got his wolf about a month ago. He was also the only one who bothered to speak to me, both in school and amongst the pack.Mateo was very different from the oth