ORLAIt felt like an eternity. The darkness. It had neither a beginning or an end. It took me—grabbed me in a suffocating hug and refused to let me go.At some point—I didn't know how long it took, but it came to my understanding that the darkness was of my own making, and only I could free myself from its clutches.So, I opened my eyes, and welcomed the light back in.The first thing I saw was a face. One too familiar, and at the same time, dreadfully disturbing.Blood seeped out of his nose, ears and mouth and dripped on my shirt. His eyes had gone blank, with its usual icy colour sucked into the cold emptiness of death.Ryker was dead.I pulled my hand out of his neck, unable to ignore the feeling of gore and slippery blood. His weight had become suffocating since life no longer flowed through his veins.I pushed his corpse off me, and sat up with a groan. The wound in my chest was still struggling to knit itself back together, but with the bullet still lodged inside of me, it wou
AUTHOR'S POVA YEAR LATERThe usual belief about life is that a person only lives once. For Orla, though, that wasn't the case. From being mistreated, abused, and ultimately killed in her previous life, she awakened to find herself given another chance to make things right. A chance to fix the wrongs that led to her unfortunate demise. A chance to build that which she should have lost.Another chance . . . to find love.+_+_+Orla bent down, crouching as far as she could go to pat the last heap of rich brown earth into place. She'd always wanted to try gardening since she was a child, and now she had finally made that dream come true.She sighed contentedly, and sat back on her haunches, looking up at the sky whilst wiping off her sweaty forehead with the back of her hand. Although it was still quite chilly, and the ice hadn't completely thawed, strenuous physical activity could still make a person feel like they were stuck inside a furnace.The advice Alec had given her was to plant
FEBRUARY, 23, 2018.DARK MOON PACK.(ORLA'S POV)I hissed for the third time in a row, flipping the book I was reading on the bed. It had begun as a mere foreboding, but as time crawled by, I couldn't help but feel that heavy weight on my chest. It was so thick that I felt I could touch it.That feeling. Something was about to happen, yet I couldn't place what it was.Lightning flashed across the sky right at that moment, making me shudder. I got up slowly and made my way to the window. The downpour began no sooner than I placed my hand on the wall.I couldn't tell for how long I stood there though, watching nothing in particular. My eyes were almost emotionless. Just as it had been for the past few months.I glanced at the door like I was waiting for someone to walk through it. And just like I had been asking the moon goddess for the past few months, I asked inwardly again. Where had my mate gone?The door pushed open at that moment, and a most pale-faced servant hurried in."Luna," s
FEBRUARY, 24, 2018.DARK MOON PACK.(ORLA'S POV)I stifled a wince, as I stretched my weak limbs. Groaning, I took in my surroundings. I sighed and massaged my temples. I had fallen asleep on the couch, in my father's office, which was now Ryker's study, the previous night. Thinking he'd be back last night, I had gone to his study to wait for him.My gaze landed on the cup of coffee which was sitting untouched on the nearby table.He hadn't returned.The walk from the study, down the stairs made me feel like I wasn't in control of my body. My body ached so badly, coupled with the splitting headache which was threatening to disassemble it from the rest of my body."Greetings, Luna." The servants all bowed as I drew near."Where's he?" I asked calmly."He said he has some things to run." A voice said behind me, making me whirl around.My gaze landed on a dull-eyed fellow. I was about to ask him who he was when realization dawned on me. Of course, he was Ryker's assistant. He'd probably
FEBRUARY, 25, 2018.(ORLA'S POV)I placed my clenched fists on my lap and looked through the window yet again. I had called the driver to come to pick me up since I wasn't sure if I could walk back to the pack in my current state of mind.My mind wandered to the discussion I had with Ella earlier on. Was it even a discussion? To think that I had called her my friend in the past. True friends supported each other, didn't they?Just at that moment, the car braked so hard, that I tumbled forward, bumping my head on the back of the driver's seat. Wincing, I forced myself back."What was that?" I whispered, a sudden anger rearing itself in my head."A car bumped into ours, Luna." The driver reported.I didn't wait for him to confront them, opting to do so myself. Perhaps I hadn't noticed, but I was looking for an outlet to let my anger loose. I walked towards the sleek-looking car."Are you blind?!" I yelled, hitting the car's tinted window.The driver, a middle-aged man stepped down from
~And the only wrong I ever committed was trusting the wrong people. If ever I'm given a second chance, I'd never be gullible ~ Orla.DARK MOON PACK.(ORLA'S POV)"Luna." A guard at the door bowed, which I acknowledged with a nod.Meandering my way through the complicated twists of the large castle, I soon arrived at the front of the large brown door. It was my father's office.A servant had told me he'd be there.Not bothering to knock, I bounced inside. However, nothing in my wildest imagination would have prepared me for the scene which unfolded before my very eyes.My throat went dry, as I stared unblinkingly at the two figures who lay huddled on the large couch in the corner of the office.I wanted to pinch my skin and exert some pressure of some sort to bring me back to reality.Did I enter the wrong room?That wasn't the case, however. It was pretty much daytime. And the day I couldn't distinguish between Ryker and any other person, I'd know the world was coming to an end.In t
FEBRUARY, 25, 2015.DARK MOON PACK.(ORLA'S POV)Where was I?That was the thought I had in mind, once my eyes fluttered open. I was perhaps in the world beyond. The Moon goddess's world perhaps?I was dead. Killed by the ones I had trusted the most. I forced myself to sit, relaxing my back on the... headboard?Why was there a headboard in the world beyond? And why did the room look so much like mine? At the thought, I took a closer look around and blinked in disbelief. And that was because the room looked so much like mine, back at my father's pack. What was happening?'We've been reborn.' I heard a clear steady voice say in my mind. Startled, I looked around. Was there someone else in the room, aside from me?"Who's there?" I called out.'I'm Eva, your wolf. We've gone back in time.' I heard the clear voice say again.Not dwelling on the thought that my wolf had awakened, I jolted. "I've gone back in time, you say? Does that mean...?" I whispered.'Yes, you aren't dead.' She said ca
ORLAA knock interrupted my delicate sleep. A small, timid voice called out to me from the other side.I got out of bed as though on autopilot, and opened the door.Cecily, the cleaner, froze her hand in midair, a few centimeters away from knocking. She cleared her throat and took a step backward. “Good morning, Miss.”I nodded at her, rubbing my eyes. “Good morning. What is it?”“Someone’s here to see you.”“Tell them to come back later, I’m not ready to see any visitors. Besides,” I looked over at the clock hanging over my bed, “it’s not even up to nine yet.”Cecily’s eyebrows moved closer together, forming a crease in between them. “I told him that you’d still be in bed, but he insisted that he must see you Or else he'd have no choice but to come inside by himself.”Ridiculous. “And who exactly is this man?”“It’s Mr. Adams.”“Ryker?” I rubbed my hand over my face and hissed. “What does he want in this ungodly hour?”Cecily looked like she was about to try and answer that question,