Callista."How bad?" The Headmistress asks.The physicians look amongst themselves, and by the way, the Headmistress stiffens, I have a feeling that them being so uncertain and worried isn’t common.It’s physician Thulile who answers."Her mind is fragmented,” she flicks her arm in the air and an orange glowing sphere appears, and as soon as it does, it breaks into small pieces, all hovering in the air. “And the broken fragments are creating a dark barrier around her mind, protecting the malevolence that resides inside.”Black tendrils erupt from the fragments and link each other, creating a dark barrier. Within it a silhouette of a girl appears, eerily similar to me, but her eyes which are her only discernable feature, are red. I’ve seen those red eyes before.“The malevolence wants to end her eventually, but for now it plays with her."The dark barrier vanishes, and with it, the girl disappears with a scream.I shudder and don’t even try to hide the horror I feel."This Chamber of D
Callista.With a gasp, I wake up, and like a broken dam, the real world floods into my perspective.The rain has stopped already, and the clouds roll peacefully once again. I see sunshine and I feel the warmth. But I'm dripping with sweat, and I’m panting unstoppably.When I look to the side, I notice a furiously whispering huddle of physicians at the other end of the room.Something clinks from my side, and I turn my head to see the Headmistress undoing my shackles with a carefully blank expression."How are you feeling, Callista?" She asks, helping me to stand up after all the shackles were undone. My knees are still weak, so I lean against the bed."Like I got caught in a tornado," I say, shaking my head to stop the wiggling feeling inside my skull. It's like I have worms in my brain or something. “Like I’ve been on the world’s worst rollercoaster while having motion sickness.”"Do you feel nauseous? Do you require water?""No, thanks, I think I'll just sit down." I sit on the bed
Theon.Callista starts to sob uncontrollably, hanging onto my shoulders. Haden stares at us and I can feel his wide eyes even through the mask.I'm frozen on the spot."Callista?" I ask in a soft voice, "What happened?"What did they do to her up there? Did they hurt her? Did they try to break into her mind? Was she hurt? Such thoughts swirl in my mind as I feel the rage boiling in me. Someone made my mate cry, someone hurt my mate, and I'm going to fucking claw their throats out-My eyes widen as I register my thoughts."Calm down," I tell my wolf who's already plotting murder. "We don't even know what happened.""Mate hurt!""Let me handle this."“She’s hurt!”“We don’t know that for sure, shut up and let me deal with this, will you?!”Haden raises the goggle part of his mask and his hazel eyes stare at me. His eyebrows raise as if he's asking me what the hell I'm doing.I raise my eyebrows trying to convey a panicked ‘What am I supposed to do? She won't' talk!’ without words.Rolli
Callista.I don't know where I got the courage to actually do it. Mere months ago, I would not have been brave enough to even think about it. But now, looking into his dark, dark eyes, it felt like the most natural thing to do. The next step of our journey, the next step in cementing the newfound trust between him and I, our new beginning where we did not hate each other. Under the ancient tree that hosts the hospital, lulled into serenity by a light breeze that rustled the eaves above us, we kissed for what felt like an eternity. His lips were both soft and firm on my own, and the intensity of it made my knees buckle. Pressed against each other, it felt like we were one entity.It was real. This is real. I am conscious and I am kissing Theon.My heart soars to the clouds, and all that broke in me when I became the stealer starts to heal just a little bit.The kiss comes to an end, slowly and gently. My cheeks burn as I have difficulty meeting his eyes, as fear and old insecurities
Interlude.He stands in front of the barrier, surrounded by the dark forest. He could feel the energy ebb within the trees, rising and flowing, rising and flowing. He could also feel the energy of the wind, ever kinetic, with the potential of becoming dark and destructive. He feels the energy of the impending rain, of the rumbling thunder and flashing lightning.He feels this energy, and with words of old, in a language long forgotten by most who live, he invites this energy.It answers him, purring as if it's meeting a long-lost lover. The energy comes willingly, excitedly, and finally overjoyed that some can remember their own language. Everything has a language; you just have to be mindful enough to learn it, to let it flow from your tongue, and most important of them all, remember it.He directs the energy to the barrier, strengthening it.He demands it to "hide us, hide us from those who want to do us harm, hide us from those who want to thwart our plans, hide us from those who w
Callista What am I looking for? Why am I here? Where am I? All I can see is the darkness. Pitch black and cold seeping into my very bones, threatening to take away my free will. Keeping it hidden away, whatever I am searching for. Sometimes the darkness toys with me, giving me glimpses, and I run at them like a madwoman. But then it’s yanked away from me, leaving me lost once again. Where is it? Show it to me, please, I need to know. Where is it? What is it? Where am I? Who am I?! I sit up in bed with a start, clammy with sweat, my heart running a mile a minute. ‘What was that?!’ I question myself, ‘Some kind of nightmare?’ It's early morning when I look out the window. Outside, I could see distant rays of dawn peaking under the dark curtain of the night. I check my bedside clock and learn that it’s 06:00 am. Then my eyes fall on the date, and memories resurface. Oh, right. It’s my birthday today. I had a love-hate relationship with birthdays. On one hand, they were
Callista.After that, I abandon any thoughts of finding food and escape the suffocating kitchen into the street to catch a bus to school. Our pack has a town of our own in the middle of the forest called Farwyn, dotted by single-story bungalows and small cottages. There are a handful of shops, a hospital, and schools in the center. It’s a small community, and I constantly dream about living somewhere more cosmopolitan like the places I see on TV. I hear a lot about the Rexellen Pack’s town nearby, which sprawls across a much larger area. Our pack, Leighwen Pack, is smaller than theirs hence our land is small. But then again, no pack is as large as the Rexellen pack in North America.After all, it is the Royal pack. It is a privilege to even have land near the Rexellen pack because that meant the Lycan King himself had handed the said land over a long time ago to whatever Alpha rules the pack then. So, this makes Leighwen pack Alphas werewolf nobility, regardless of how small the pack
Callista.Soon the evening arrives, and it’s time to get the newest era of my life started.I dress in a pure white embroidered dress for the ceremony - the traditional clothing for the eighteen-year-old female attendees that symbolizes purity and rebirth. My face is void of makeup, and my newly washed and dried hair flows down my back, unadorned. It's been a while since I look at myself in the mirror this bare. I'd have enjoyed the experience more if my mother's words had stopped circulating in my head. She had purposefully messed up with my mind. She's wrong. Farris will be mate, I'm certain of it.My family had already left for the ceremony. They were grumbling when they left, true to their character. At least they would be present there, even if it's tradition dictated. I try not to let that our me. After all, I'm used to that kind of treatment. I wait outside the house for a bus, not getting a lift from Farris because it’s bad luck for the Alpha to see the girls before we arrive