Zirah's POVThe sound of the phone ringing was cutting into my sweet sleep time.Seeing as it was the only time I could blot out my current nightmare with my kids missing, I was pretty upset with who was interrupting my sleep. I opened bleary eyes to a blurry ceiling. I had to blink thrice before I stopped having double vision.I wasI reached over to pick up the phone, forgetting that I wasn't in my former bedroom and I didn't have a bedside table in this room. Meaning the phone was on my bed.Noah and I had a huge fight a week ago and since then I've been sleeping here to spite him and because I needed some distance, thinking he would even come to me but I haven't seen him since. I didn't even hear anything from him or the men that work with him about updates on my kids.I looked at the screen and saw Damon's name flashing on the screen and immediately any sign of sleep ran away from me and I was fully alert.With shaky hands, I pressed answer and placed the phone in my ear."Hello.
Zirah's POV"He has," I confirmed what he heard. " And I have to leave to get my kids back." I omit the fact that I wouldn't come back.He shook his head at me, downing glass after glass until I began to worry about him as he teetered unsteadily on shaky legs. I wondered how much he must have had to drink."It's what you wanted all along, wasn't It?" "What?! No-" I deny vehemently but he cut me off."You know what? I don't want to hear it, Do whatever the fuck you want, I don't care anymore." He banged the door as he left and the echo of the door hitting the wall echoed in my mind long after I left.I didn't have much time to ponder on how he reacted to what I had to tell him because I had to put my children first. I gathered a little bag and set out of the city, letting my guard escort me halfway through until I sent him back with flimsy excuses.Knowing that Noah would have men following me, I walked a longggggg time before I glanced this way and made sure that I had lost them befor
Zirah's POV"You can't FUCKING control me!" I yell, my entire body thrumming with rage as I banged the door shut. I expelled a large breath as I fluffed my hair in annoyance. Before my ass could even touch the bed, the floor flung wide open, hitting the wall with a bang.I sat up in surprise as Damon rushed towards me, his eyes looking crazed. I tried to back away from him but there was nowhere to run to."Where the hell did you think you were going to, huh?" He breathed down on his, his breath hot and rancid as he captured my wrists between his hands. I squirmed, afraid and scared as I tried to get him to let me go but no way, he was fucking stronger than me."Huh?!" He yanked me closer to him. I asked you a fucking question, Zirah."I whimpered, the pain getting more intense by the minute but the sound didn't register to him, his eyes dancing about wildly, still lost in wherever he is in his head. "Let me go, please.""I want you to answer me! You're so good at running your mouth so
Zirah's POV The past few days have been weird, to say the least. The relationship between Damon and me has been a little strained, unlike what we had before. I haven't even moved back to the room he gave me, instead choosing another one farther from it. I guess some part of me is still apprehensive about his behavior, I've never seen him like that not even when he's talking to his men, so I was afraid that he could do that to me.Urgh! I've been dwelling on it for so long.My phone dinged with a notification and I opened one eye, stretching my hand to pick it up and turn the screen over. It was a message from Noah.Fuck. I know I can't keep lying to him forever but I wasn't ready to tell him the truth, although I feared he already had his suspicions.I loved staying in Autumn pack because of Damon even though I wasn't all that welcome by his people, and staying with Noah was also great because his people made me feel welcome and made me understand what it was to be loved by a pack b
Zirah's POV It was stark white, as in, snow white. The type of white you would see on an easel.It was a long time before I could shift. Back then when my parents were alive, they would tease me that I was a late bloomer and always comfort me that while it may take some time, I would come into my ability and shift. Having the comfort and support of my parents kept a lot of emotions at bay. But I didn't know until they died. And that horrible bastard was my custodian.He would laugh at me cruelly and insult me that I was deformed, a kyelsha. A kyelsha was a wolf shifter who couldn't access her wolf form, she was unable to and was forever stuck in her human body. Amongst our people, it was like a curse and that person was cast out of the pack. But I surprised my stepfather, even calling him that in my mind made disgust and revulsion slither all over my body.When I turned sixteen, on the anniversary of my mother's death, I changed.If I had changed alone, I think that would have bee
Zirah's POV I struck out blindly, hoping to hit her but I was too sluggish, she saw the hit coming and blocked it surprised me with how fast and strong she is. She threw me backward and I landed on my injured leg. The pain was too severe and I stumbled, my entire body going down. Seeing that as a way to gain one over me, she leaped on and landed on my injured feet causing it to pop with a sickening crack. Blinding pain assuaged me and although I clamped my lips shut to let out any sound, a tiny groan escaped from my mouth. Too weak to keep on my wolf form, I changed back cradling my injured side as I moved away from her. "Ple-pleas-e, st-stop.." I begged but she just kept coming, an unforgiving expression on her face. "This will teach you not to touch what's mine!" She roared in my face and the last thing I saw was her furious expression before her booted feet connected with my face and my world went black. Damon's POV Drumming my fingers on the desk, I debated going to Zirah's
Damon's POV Good, I thought, seizing on anything to distract me from how white and unmoving Zirah currently was, a couple of doors away from me. Helen on the other hand, was a welcome distraction. I didn't need to go search her out, she willingly brought herself here.I hastened my footsteps, sliding my hand down the cold railing as I took two steps down the stairs, catching her from the corner of my eye hurrying towards me. As my feet touched the landing step, I set my eyes on her, looking as immaculate as always. She was wearing all black which raised my eyebrows as it was the perfect outfit for midnight stalk and her hair was scraped into a ponytail, no strand out of place, and her lipstick perfectly painted on her lips. Her put-together appearance sparked anger, causing rage to simmer in my veins. "Damon-" she opens her mouth to speak as she walks towards me but I cut the distance between us by meeting her halfway.Before she could even finish her sentence, I flung out my hand
Damon's POV Seeing that I wasn't saying anything, Tristan's eyes hardened further. "Well…" he splayed his arms out wide, "aren't you going to say anything?" I hummed, focusing on using the cold feeling I got from the ice to center myself. The feeling was actually quite great if you could focus on it properly... soothing, calm and-That so great feeling was snatched away from me and my eyes popped open- I didn't even realize I'd closed it- the instant I felt someone take it away from me. I heard a thud and twisted my head to see what had fallen, and I saw a wet print on the wall where the ice had smashed against it and the sad remains on the floor, soaking my carpet. I flung my eyes to where Tristan stood, his hands folded on his chest belligerently."What was that for?" I queried."Oh, so now you can pay attention to me?" He scoffed.I rolled my eyes at how petulant he was acting. "Sorry, I kinda spaced out for a while there, what were you saying?" I waved my not-sore hand at him