Freya My palms began to sweat, and I felt like I was about to pass out the moment I saw Jurius look at me as I exited the bus. I held my breath nervously, and both feet felt weak from his stare. I'm surprised I managed to leave the bus without falling flat on my face or suffocating myself for holding my breath for too long. I was glad I didn't. I have no idea how I'd deal with such embarrassment. As I gathered with the others, I glimpsed him at my right side; he was still staring at me. I couldn't hold my breath any longer. I lowered my head, allowing my large, puffy, curly hair to hide my face, taking a deep breath out and in. I felt so stupid for acting so shy before him. I was worried he would find me uncanny or immature. Finally getting my breath under control, I raised my head and bravely turned to look at him. A gloomy feeling swept over me, seeing that he wasn't looking at me. I bite my bottom lips angrily, blaming myself for him not paying attention to me anymore. I worried
Jurius After what had happened between us, I knew she had many questions. Questions about why I was at her house the day I caught her when she tried to commit suicide by jumping from her window. She was now following me into the forest, where Dad had instructed me to kill her. I could smell her—a scent of rare roses. My hands tightened in pain, wishing it didn't have to be so for us. Freya I went behind the trees where he had vanished, and there I saw him walking straight ahead. Where was he going? I paused to watch him curiously and worriedly. After the encounter I had back at home with the wolf that almost killed me, I feared he might not be as lucky as me. I somehow felt he didn't hear what Ms. Burrow had said, and so I decided to chase after him to warn him that he should stay within the group. "Jurius," I called, walking hastily, taking the same path he had taken. My arms were held to my side, scared that a wolf might jump from the bushes and rip me apart. I wanted to turn ba
FreyaIf someone were to predict my future and tell me I would die at the age of 17 from a fallen tree, I would never believe them. By suicide, yes, that is what I would have believed. It's scary that one would wake up and go on with his day, believing he'd see the next day when the current day was his last.I thought I had died; I believed the tree had crushed me into a paste, but I didn't feel any pain. How didn't I? Didn't death come with any pain? Or was my death so fast that I died without realizing I had?No, I wasn't dead; I was alive. I felt my eyes flinch. My eyes opened, and immediately they widened. Jurius was standing over me. My eye surprisingly went to his right hand, and my mouth too widened seeing him one-handedly holding the humungous bark of the tree.His eyes stared into mine, showing no emotion or struggle with the heavyweight he had in his hand."Grrr!..." he growled as he pushed the tree aside.I watched with a racing heart as the tree fell hard onto the ground, c
JuriusWitnessing what I could do and that my strength was inhuman. I was ready for a kill—to put an end to her. To stop the misery, she had caused me and the effect it now had on my father.I was prepared to slash her throat open and bury her where no one would find her. But instead, my claws froze beneath my skin.I thought she would be terrified of me, seeing what I was. She wasn't. I smelled no scent of fear emanating from her body. She was calm, taking it as if it were something she saw often.She got up from the ground. My eyes kept changing uncontrollably back and forth into my wolf as she did."You're the wolf," she said as she stood. A single footstep away from me.She recognized that I was the wolf who attacked her.Her head is now lowered.One of my hands was raised for a strike, but like always, she made it difficult to kill her.She wept.A pain struck me in the heart—loathing she was. It is difficult to see my other half cry. Her tears made me miserable."You're a wolf s
FreyaMany nights I've cried at my bedroom window, looking up at the moon, pleading to it to transform me into a wolf, for I believed I'd be happy once I am. I would be happy as the female lead in the werewolf romance novels after they've found their fated mate. The male wolves always seem to do so no matter what the female characters are going through, and so I was without any doubt I would receive what I was longing for: To be loved, seen, and cherished.Amongst a meadow of daisies A white-petaled plant with a yellow centre. I lay facing Jurius as he rested on his side, staring into his eyes. He returned my every gaze.After the shift, he was left naked; his clothes were torn apart. While resting on his side, one of his legs was across his lower body, covering his manly features. I didn't mind, for I was too infatuated with the fact that we were soulmates—that I was mated to a wolf shifter. A creature I assumed was just a myth, but now staring into Jurius eyes and seeing him change,
FreyaI thought Jurius would return to school and one of his arms would be wrapped around me while we ate our lunch together, and we'd strode along the length of the corridor just like the students who were in love since we were soulmates, but I didn't see him.I played with my food, worried if he was okay. I was concerned if his alpha had somehow found out about us and killed him. My heart raced at that thought. I didn't know much about real wolf shifters other than the made-up ones in the novels. "Excuse me," I told Dolly as I got up from around our lunch table."Where are you going?" she asked inquisitively."To the lady's room," I told her as I walked away."Okay, don't take too long; we have a lot of things to talk about!" she yelled.Dolly was anxious about the party after the football championship. She wanted to talk about the outfits they'd wear and how their hair would be done.I'm not sure if I will be going, but if Jurius asks me to, I will say yes without hesitating.I we
Freya"No need to fear me, for this beast is yours to be tamed," Jurius said as he embraced me in his arms, and I no longer felt worried now that I was comforted by words.We both lay down on the bed. Jurius held me from behind. His arms were around my waist, and we both admired each other's reflections in the room's mirror before us.I played with the length of his finger around my waist, sliding my fingers up and down against it."It's like a dream holding you in my arms, I heard him say. I cannot believe it is true." His voice was soft and unhurried. A side of his face squished against my cheek as he now held me tight in his arms.I then spun around, staring into his eyes and no longer wishing to admire their reflection within the large rectangular mirror, and I gently touched his face."This is not a dream," I said as I lowered my head for a kiss.He smiled as my lips parted from his. It was the most beautiful smile I'd seen.His hand then reached out to my cheek, and he kept stro
Jurius I rushed from the gym, and I almost collided straight into Mom. I managed to stop myself before I could. "Why are you in such a hurry? my mom asked inquisitively. "I'm sorry," I apologized instead of answering her question, and my head kept turning, searching to find where my dad was. "Jurius," my mom called, causing my attention to shift to her. "Are you okay?" she asked, seeming to think that something might be wrong. "I'm fine. Do you know where Dad is? I asked. "He's in his office," she answered. I scurried upstairs, and I immediately slowed down the moment I got to the office door. I stood still in the same position until I felt I had enough confidence to approach him. My hand folded into a half fist, and I knocked on the door. "Come in," I heard my dad's strong voice instruct me, and I carefully took my time shoving the door wide open. His head raised from his desk as I did, and his head lowered back, disappointed. I pushed the door closed and stood in the ce