Xavier
I walk through the hallways as I make my way to my first class; it’s English. Elina also takes this course, and although I don’t want to admit it, I’m looking forward to seeing her. I head into the class and scan the room, but she isn't there. I spot her friend Cassie sitting by the window, an empty chair beside her. Where is she? My mind begins to race with all the horrible possibilities.
“Mr.Ivanov, if you’ve located what you’re looking for, will you please have a seat.” Mrs.Carter, the English, pushes up her glasses as she looks at me.
Mrs. Carter's voice pulls me from my overthinking. I grunt then make my way to my seat, passing Keira on the way. She smiles at me, but my mind is only on Elina. Why isn't she in class? Is she more hurt than I thought?
“Mr. Ivanov….Xavier Ivanov.”
“Huh?”
“Xavier Ivanov, were you paying attention? Your essay on love, are you ready to read it?” Essay? Oh, we di
Thanks, Suttle for the Edits. It helps me get better
Elina I flip the pages of the tenth spell book today and groan as I once again find nothing useful. All locator spells need some possession of the person to be able to link to them. However, I have nothing of Katerina’s, and since Xavier hasn’t bothered to call or visit in the last two days, I can’t ask him even though I’m trying to help him locate his mother. He just brushed me off as if I was nothing to him, but from my memories, we really cared about each other. Even though it’s been a long time, why are my feelings coming back, but he’s still a cold-hearted wolf. Uh, let’s not think about him. If he can act like I don’t exist, then so can I.I’ll forget him and his stupid smirk and his stupid face. Ughhhhh, I scream in frustration. “Boys are so annoying,” I scream as I throw the book across the room. It stops mid-air and floats around for a bit before landing Iris. “That’s true. They do suck.” She agrees as she flips through the pages of the
Cassie Present Elina walks in holding a pile of boys' clothing and sighs as she takes a whiff of it. I furrow my brows, confused by the clothing and her actions. Ris and I exchange a quizzical look before we turn back to her. “What do you have there?” Ris asks before I can. “Xavier clothes.” She mumbles, her face still buried in it. “Why do you have Xavier stuff?” And more importantly. Why are you smelling it? I think to myself but do not dare say it. “He was just here...Ris; you said he checked in on me today. What did say?” “He wanted to know how you were; I guess he missed you at school.” Iris looks at Elina concern as she plops down on the ground while clutching Xavier’s shirt as if it was some treasure. Wait, she went outside to meet Eric. What happened to him? Did he tell her about Keira and me? “What about Eric?” I ask nervously, but I don’t think I have anything to worry about from
Elina My heart thumps in my chest as Xavier's lips touch mine. I should pull away; he’s annoying and confusing. One minute he hates me, and next, he’s trying to kiss me. I should reject him, but I can’t because I want to feel his lips against mine every time I look at him. I close my eyes, anticipating the moment his lips will crush down and mine. “Babe?” Her screeching voice comes crashing down. I pull back instantly as she walks up to us. What am I doing? He has a girlfriend. Even if I dislike her, I should respect their relationship regardless of Xavier and my past. “Kei..” He looks at her and then back at me as if he’s conflicted. “What are you doing? The movie’s about to start.” She replies sweetly while her eyes look like they could kill. I guess I would be mad too if I saw my boyfriend about to kiss someone. “Babe…” she calls again because Xavier is still holding on to my hand and looking at me. This time, however, he rel
Elina I wake up Monday a bit annoyed that I must go to school today. I spent the weekend after that horrible date, trying new locator spells to find Aunt Kat, but I still have no luck. I want to find her before his birthday party this weekend because maybe then... “Right, he’ll thank me for finding his mother and run off into the sunset with me.: I roll my eyes at my ridiculous thoughts. I should just find his mother because of who she was to me without ulterior motives. “Time to wake to pumpkin,” Dad knocks and calls from the door. “I’m up, dad! Seriously why do you and mom still think you have to wake me up for school? I am not a baby anymore.’ I snap at him, but I know I’m just taking out my frustration with Xavier on him. Dad opens the door and pops his head in, and smiles. I already told him I say Xavier at the movies, so he knows why I’m acting like this. “It’ll be okay, sweetie. I’m sure you two will.” “Dad, I don’t want to talk
Elina I spot Cassie in the back, but no Xavier. A little disappointed, I head over to join Cassie. “Where’s Iris?” I plop beside Cass, who has her head in a book. “Meeting Jackson in the supply closet.” “We are not calling him Jackson. That’s where I draw the line.” I scowl, almost sick. If I weren’t so hungry, the image of them kissing would have ruined my appetite. “She’s happy you can’t help who you fall for.” I roll my eyes, sinking my teeth in my burger. Just then, Iris walks up to us with a big grin on her face. “Hi, loves.” “Hmmm, how long was your make-out sessin?” She grins as she sits beside me. “It was awesome.” She reaches over and grabs a fry from my plate. I try to slap her hand but miss narrowly. “Isn’t that nice? Stop eating my food; if he’s banging you, the least he can do is feed you.” I mumble, stuffing a burger in my mouth. “Jealous much?” “I’m not jealous—it’s weird. I miss s
Elina We arrive at Iris's house fifteen minutes later. Iris and Raina moved here together when I was in the 7th grade. They moved here alone. Raina, the older sister who worked and provided for her younger sibling. Iris said their parents died in a fire when she was ten and Raina was seventeen. They really don't like to go into the details about their parents' death so that little is all I know. Raina is the town herbalist and also owns a flower and coffee combination shop in town. “Are you sure we aren’t bothering her.?” I ask as we slip out of the car. “Why would be a bother?” I jump a little surprised at hearing Raina’s voice behind me. I turn around to face her, and sure enough, she approaches us with a bright smile on her face and a basket full of flowers. She’s always in their garden whenever I come over. “You look better, child. How have your dreams been?” “Incubus free thanks to you.” “That’s good enough for now; we still have
Eighteen plus years ago A tall man with a hard jaw, brown hair, and brown eyes walks into the council room with all the elders in the pack. He already knows what this meeting is about, and he’s pissed off they keep forcing this on him. “Why are we fucking here again? I told you I have no desire to sire an heir,” he barks at the elders. “Rivk, We must secure the future of the pack regardless of your personal feelings. You cannot be the alpha for ...” Rivk growls loud and violent for a minute, causing everyone to fall silent. “You are not getting younger already twp scores, yet you have made no effort to find our Luna.” Rivk looks at the woman at grits his teeth. “Luna, Luna! That’s all you lot think about. We have other things to worry about, like other packs entering our territory. Let’s find solutions to building our numbers and strength and stop worrying about who is in my bed.” “We are focused on the growth of the pac
Noime walks up to her with the snake wrapped around her hands. Isolde knows she’s in trouble, even if her body isn’t here. Noime could kill her without much effort. “I need a doctor!” She shouts, finally deciding the truth; well, a half-truth would be better than a lie. “You’ve been watching my house for two months because you need a doctor? I’m not a doctor; I’m a vet, and since you’re a witch though you lack some skills, you look capable enough to heal yourself.” Isolde arteries tighten; it feels as if something is pulling blood from her body—blood bending? How? Pain rips through her as it continues, but her face is relaxed when she looks at Noime. “You can tell me the truth, or I’ll bleed you dry. I promise to make it as painful as possible.” She smiles at her, and the pressure in Isolde’s left hand increases. She screams in pain as her blood tries to force itself out of her body. “Why are you here?” Noime repeats as Isolde writhes in pain. I