DeidreThe chess game goes unfinished and I retreat to the kitchen, making myself a cup of herbal tea.Sirius ignores me for the remainder of the evening, watching me occasionally over the top of his book. I use the hours I have left trapped in here deciding whether or not to tell Jason that Sirius had escaped last night, because I can’t stomach the thought of not having the answers as to how it happened. He’d scold me for negligence, and if for some reason he came down here himself? I have no doubt that Sirius would tell him the truth: that I tried to overdose him with the sedative. Clearly Jason would have put it together that I wasn’t going to be there that night given Kira… Hell, he likely would have agreed to it, putting Sirius under for that long. But I didn’t tell Jason ahead of time. And I don’t like the idea of baiting Sirius or Jason into a fight with the other. I sigh, resigning myself to facing Jason once more. Despite how everything went down earlier, I have to tell him
Lo “That should be it Charlie, thank you!” Perrin closes the trunk of the black SUV and brings the last large box up the steps of the Archives. I bend to pick up one of the lighter boxes. “Don’t even think about it,” he growls. I smirk, but can’t hide the slightest bit of annoyance. I may be showing, but I’m not that incapable. “Does Ben know we’re coming?” Perrin asked. “I texted him. But… he didn’t reply.” “As long as he doesn’t think I’m coming to interview him, I’m fine.” I give him a knowing look. “Then you should make it clear that this is a social visit.” “I won’t stay long anyway,” he says. “Once I get these dropped off I’m going to see Jesamine.” We head inside and I take the lead towards the circulation desk. Like usual, the Archives is quiet and empty. It’s mid-afternoon, and the sun streams through the stained glass in waves, illuminating the dust particles floating lazily through the air. I hit the small bell at the top of the circulation desk, noticing that Mar
DeidreOne last time I make my way. One. Last. Time.I’m exhausted; what little sleep I got today was plagued with horrible thoughts of what Sirius had done to my daughter. The only solace I have in reaching these gates is knowing that Mark had been up here earlier today with Janas, reinforcing the gates with more locks–some digital combination of sorts was now involved. Let’s see him try and get out of this thing. I brace myself as I reach the new series of digital and traditional locks, entering a series of codes I forced myself to remember minutes before slipping out of the pack house. I wanted to shower before coming, but…“Your shampoo smells like hibiscus,” Jason had sat flatly. “Don’t wear perfume, either. Dior would be a careless mistake…”Of course he was right. That didn’t mean I wanted to acknowledge that he was right. It had barely been 48 hours since everything had happened between us. And I still had so much to process. So much to consider.Gratefully, Jason hadn’t bee
Deidre“What exactly happened to make me this way?”It’s a careful question. One so carefully considered that there’s no option to deny it simply and move on. His eyes don’t leave me as he waits. But I stare back at him, compelled to tell the truth this time, despite the tears and mournful Luna cover I gave him before.No, the truth is all I have right now.And he’s going to hear it.**Years beforeA knock sounded at the door. “May I come in?” Said a soft, melodic voice.“Luna?” I rose reflexively. “You shouldn’t be out of bed–”She waved a dismissive, gentle hand at me, making her way slowly into the room, one hand clutched to the mobile IV drip machine behind her; its wheels squeaking slightly as it rolled. Her hospital gown was clean and oversized, tied in the pack with dignity, its long string trailing behind her on the floor. Her hair was tied back and out of her face, a rare sight for the Luna who left her hair long and flowing and untamed as the morning wind, yet somehow alw
DeidreAn eerie silence filled the large apartment after I finished.Sirius had sat still the entire time, transfixed; face unchanged. The only sign he had heard me was that the steady rhythm of the monitor hiccuped, indicating the erratic climb of his heartbeat. “Sirius?” I said after several long moments.His head merely twitched, cocking to the side, studying me.“Is all of this true?” His voice was an echo of its normal low tones, hollow in apparent disbelief.My beeps were normal. Predictable. Steady. “Yes.”“Does my father know?”“No.”“Who else?”“No one. Just your mother and you.”His eyes closed, the gold intensity disappearing as he channeled the building emotion within. “Why?”“That’s a rather vague question.”His hands grab his knees, white knuckles gripping his pants. “Why haven’t you told anyone?”“I was sworn to secrecy.”“How do you explain telling me?”I cross my arms. “Your mother made an exception in case you asked one day.”“She thought I would meet you?” I shrug
KiraI’ve never had a hangover like this. My head feels like it’s going to explode, and my body feels sluggish, even more so than usual.The lights in my room are bright. Obnoxiously bright. I can see the streaming light bulbs through the seams of my eyelids. An audible groan escapes and I try to roll over and shove my head under the pillow, but my arms gets tugged back as I try to move. What the–A blanket is pulled over me by a warm hand, blocking out the sun. “Hey there.”Grateful for the sudden darkness of my new cocoon, I stay beneath. “Perrin?” My voice is strangely hoarse.“The one and only.” I can hear the smile in his voice. No, not a smile. Relief. I open my eyes, confused and blinking in the glowing gray ambience of my makeshift blanket fort. The sheets below me are white, linen, and ironed to perfection. This isn’t my bed.“Where am I?”“Don’t remember much, do you?”Thinking makes my head hurt and my mouth feels full of cotton. “Can I have some water?” A moment later, a
Kira“I’m going to stay awhile,” Perrin says, as Mark and the Alpha begin to leave. Deidre gives him a pained expression, then, as if understanding something I don’t, nods curtly and leaves. When they’re gone, Perrin sits back down and eyes me from across the bed. “You seriously don’t remember saving yourself?”I hold up a hand. “Before we do that, I want to make myself perfectly clear.”“About what?”“Don’t you dare drag Ben here. I’m not interested in some type of pity visit–”But the moron only smiles at me. “I doubt it would be a ‘pity visit,’ Kira. He’s genuinely worried about you.”“You heard what I said,” I snap. “I don’t want him here.”“You honestly wouldn’t see him if he comes?”“I’m not interested in anyone forced to check in on me,” I snarl. “Where is that food, anyway?”Perrin laughs and sits back in his chair. “Ok, fine. I’ll merely suggest it to him–don’t look at me like that, I’m not disobeying a direct order from the Alpha–that he come, but I won’t demand it, ok?”“F
BenIt takes Lo and I several hours to get through the volume of books she’s donating. It’s ridiculous, but I enjoy her company. And the ability to stave off the writer’s block I can’t get over.At least it’s putting me in a better mood.I’ve tried the past few days to throw myself into my work, knowing Dean Aref is scheduled to be here in less than two weeks. I’ve exhausted the material that I copied and was wasting precious time. And with the Luna gone for the last few weeks, I had been hard-pressed to scour every inch of the library looking for the third book that I hadn’t had a chance to copy. No luck.For the last several weeks, I’d been cursing myself for not just taking pictures of the third book while I had the chance. I was so distracting trying to hunt it down that I hadn’t even figured out how I would explain to Dean Aref that I had found them in the first place. He had nearly mocked my chances when I told him I was trying to find the primary sources; to find books that had