When I finally woke up the following day I rolled over and Jackson wasn't there. Touching his side of the bed, it was cold, so he had been up for a while. So I dragged myself out of bed and I went into the bathroom and I had a shower. After I got dressed I walked downstairs and I went to the kitche
I looked around at all the people in the cell's and I knew that they were all scared but I could feel the tension leave a lot of them when they realized that it was me and not Jackson. "Aria. What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked. "I was with Vincent. They were after him but just grabbed me
I stood there with my heart pounding out of my chest and I started trying to figure out how the hell I was going to get out of this. I tried to take one more step back but that was the biggest mistake I made. As soon as I moved he lunged towards me and I narrowly dodged out of the way and when he
"Alright. Well, we need to come up with a plan for you. You obviously don't have control of your wolf. So, I think it might be best if you sleep in the cell's of a night. We'll let you out during the day. But you've attacked people and really hurt them. I think you need to be locked in a cell at nig
Stefan and I stayed there training for a couple of hours, but when it started to get dark I headed back to the packhouse and he needed to get home. Damon reported to the packhouse and I put him in the cell myself and I was the only one with the key to his cell. Because he wasn't a prisoner. This w
Stefan told me to get in touch with the earth. Feel it under my skin. Feel what it is feeling. And use those feelings to help me. So I took a deep breath and I did exactly what he said. I waited for a few moments before I heard Stefan make a really weird noise so I opened my eyes and I did exactly
I was filling out paperwork and request forms in the office when I saw the light coming in from the door and I looked up to see Jackson standing there. "Hi." He said cautiously. "Hi." I say looking back at the paperwork. "Is everything alright?" He asked. "Why wouldn't it be?" I asked. And h
I could feel his confusion, I could feel his worry. Every emotion that he was going through. And there were a lot of them. But anger wasn't one of them. Which surprised me. His go-to emotion was always anger. But this time, he wasn't angry at all. That was telling right there. He knew that he should