Chapter 12: Hell no!Ari's POV "you can't exactly roll up to the king's gate with a young lady with a duct tape over her mouth"She was right but I was tempted.I thought about what Aniston said, it made sense."Okay. Please, don't screw this up for me. I am begging you" I looked at her pleadingly."I won't. Seriously, I won't" she answered and I believed her.I dropped the duct tape and took off the ropes too.I felt my wolf scratching restlessly at the back of my mind. I tried to ignore him but he was persistent like a foot fungus.(Hey, douchebag!) My wolf yelled at me.(What?! I am trying to ignore you, Wolfie) I spoke to him finally.(We've had this conversation before, Ari. You can't tune my voice out like an inconvenience especially when I have something to say and my name is Gideon not Wolfie…not wolf or buddy, it's Gideon!)I exhaled. Aniston was already a huge pain in my behind and now I have to deal with my grumpy wolf too.(Do you have something important to say to me or
Chapter 13: The big bad wolf Aniston’s POV “Are you going to apologize to me for knocking me unconscious?” His voice resonated. I stared at him. Have you ever met someone and you instantly know they were meant to be in your life? I mean the sky doesn’t change color and it doesn’t rain blood or anything like that but maybe it should. Maybe if it did, the boy in front of me would realize something I realized the very first moment I set my eyes on him but, it is more subtle than that. It was more like a feeling emanating from my abdomen like butterfly or maybe I had dysentery and I am yet to be aware of it in which case I should probably find a toilet but I know this wasn’t it. This was something more. I can feel it in my bones and Malia, my wolf hasn’t exactly been subtle about it. She’s been whispering in my subconscious too – Ari and I were destined to be something to each other, I would say soul mate but that would be a stretch. I want to tell him and I want to fight for what we
Chapter 14: What is love? Ari's POV What is love? For some people love is a warm feeling from the pit of the stomach that has the tendency of spreading to the rest of the body, love is the smile on her face and the tears you can't wait to wipe off. Love is the intense feeling to smash something after an argument but you would rather hug her instead. Love is hurt. Love is pain. Love is warm. Love is a long journey between two adults. Love is a decision…a decision I couldn't afford to make right now. I watched the girl in front of me, doing her best to hide the tears in her eyes but failing miserable at it, and every part of me screamed to make it better for her but like I said, Love was a decision I didn't want to make with a suicidal maniac with a hell of baggage. I was better off waiting for my next mate. For the first time in my life I was choosing me…Just plain old selfish Ari, not hero or big brother or the future of Bayblue. It was high time I chose myself. All my life I h
Chapter 15: All around scum Aniston's POV Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Aniston, come on! I tried to but my whole body screamed in protest. Breathe. It was a struggle not to go into a full panic attack mode but I had to since I needed to put on a brave face for Ari. You are damn right, I placed a smile on my face until he was out of sight but out of sight wasn't out of mind. Sometimes I wonder why mankind can invent helicopters and planes and bombs or a freaking space station but no one thought to make a breakup pill…I mean how hard would it be to make a pill that would make a heart broken person forget the existence of someone else…someone who had caused them unimaginable pain. How unfair is that?! Ari's appearance in my life was supposed to be a second chance but that was gone now. He walked away…no hesitation, no pause just…walked away. If that doesn't scream the end of the world, nothing else would. Nothing made sense anymore and the buzzing in my ears won't stop,
Chapter 16: You have me Storm's POV I struggled to keep my eyes open but it kept closing. Wait! What is happening? I only remember hitting a girl with my car and then she told me how she met my brother trying to kill herself and how he left to find me but that's as much as I remember. Everything else was blank. I tried to sit up right but I was restrained. Wait? Why am I tied up? I turned around and I found Aniston sitting on a log of wood staring at me like I was a log of wood myself. I realized a second too late that she was the one that tied me up. "Untie me! I don't want to see you dead. You've got five seconds" I was serious. "Not until you calm down, I won't. What was that back there, Stormi? You could have gotten yourself killed, kid. You saw all those guns that were pointed at you and yet you didn't stop" Aniston chastised softly. "Why does it matter to you?" I asked her. "Despite the fact that your brother is a bonafide psycho, I think you are a good person, Sto
Aniston POV As Stormi drove us to a place I didn't know, we didn't talk much. I didn't ask any questions…questions a reasonable person should ask like 'where are you taking me?' 'Will I be welcomed?' 'Are you a family of werewolf serial killers?' I know…I know! The last question seemed a bit of a stretch but when you have the kind of bad luck I have then you will quickly realize that anything was possible, I once got stuck by lightning, I mean nobody gets struck by lightning but I did. I once rescued a baby cat but turns out it was actually a baby tiger and the mama came looking for it and found me holding it….try outrunning an angry tiger mama at fourteen, then we will talk. Bad Luck is my new normal but for some reason, I was not bothered. So, I sat there with my eyes closed and my face turned towards the open window. The sound of the wind drowned the voices in my head and the feel of the breeze on my face was soothing, it was my favorite feeling since I stopped feeling joy
Ari's POV I did the right thing. I did the right thing! There is no crime in looking out for myself, right? If a love story like my parents could suddenly go sour…if my mother after twenty three years of what we thought was blissful marriage could tell my hot tempered father that she was never in love with him sending him into a fit of rage we only thought possible in folklore, then there was no way Aniston and I, two werewolves who couldn't be more different from each other survive life as mates. I took a deep breath and stared at the plate of food in front of me. I thought I wouldn't have an appetite for food after leaving Aniston to her chosen fate but I couldn't be more wrong. Apparently, guilt gets better when we are not staring the people we offended right in the face. So, as soon as I made my way back to Bayblue pack, I instantly felt better or at least less crappier than I was. Encountering Aniston had forced me to come home without finding my idiot brother except home
Ari's POV I must have blinked about a million times, which I know is an exaggeration but it really felt like a million times yet the girl in front of me didn't disappear into a puff of smoke like I wanted. I blinked one more time, silently praying that Cephas laced my food with hallucinogenic mushrooms that was making me see the last person I wanted to see and she was somehow standing in my freaking hallway! I blinked again and again and again until the figment of my imagination leaned in like I was something she was trying to figure out and yelled. "Dude, stop blinking! I am real! Surprise!" She had this smile on her face like she was enjoying my pain…how was she enjoying my pain?! I realized I was asking the wrong question. My first question should have been, what the hell was Aniston aka suicide girl doing in the mansion in Bayblue? I opened my mouth to speak but she walked past me to the painting that was hung on the wall behind me. I blinked and turned around. I gotta stop