RUMDamn it, she knows! The lonely figure of soft-flowing hair and long, fluttering white dress moved further and further away from me, out of my sight, and my feet remained where they were. What the fuck are you doing, Keithen Hook? Go after her! I took a step forward—and stopped. And then what? Admit that I’m running away. Like a fucking coward. That I had a change of mind about us being together…as a couple. That she’s not my girlfriend and I’m not her… boyfriend. ‘Argh! Fuck this!’ I grabbed the bandana around my head in frustration, then let my feet carry me to where they wanted to go. I want her. I want Rose. Is this me admitting it or is it the Goddess’s will, I don’t know. Should I care? I should. But I want Rose. I want her to be mine. And I want to be hers. I want to spend every second of my fucked up life with her. I don’t care if I’m worthy, I don’t give a fuck about that. I just want her. My feet hurried forward, going after the figure that had already vanished.
ROSE It’s strange. How heavy a chest filled with yearning would be; my feet had not feel this heavy before. Or maybe I feel like I’m dragging along a boulder because I’m going up the steepest and most uneven slope of the werewolf world. ‘What’s this world even called?’ I huffed, glaring at my fifth consecutive hour of grey, boring, vexed crags. ‘Human world… werewolf world… Howling Five….’ My feet halted. Rum…. I straightened my back to take a good look around me. Nope. Still no sign of any life form. Not even a weed in sight. Just the night sky, the moon, the rocks and me. Keithen Hook…. My face lifted to the wispy clouds passing by, waving at me, encouraging me to move on. Save him, Rose…. The voice continued whispering in my mind. ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah…. Save him. Save him….’ I wiped my cold, damp forehead with the back of my hand, resisted the urge to turn back or crumbled to the ground in tears like a four year old demanding for a candy, I pulled my right foot forward a
ROSE ‘No kisses?’ The Alpha stalked after me. My feet stamped on. I need to get as far away from him as possible. Out of sight, out of mind. ‘At least a thank you?’ He continued coaxing. ‘GO AWAY,’ I snapped. Move on, Rose. Get to the first village you see—. And he was beside me. —-then… then settle down first—. ‘OK.’ He followed closely, not missing a step. —settle down for a few days… see what I can do for a living….. ‘I admit. I’ve been avoiding you. But it was because I was thinking.’ A scoff slipped through. ‘THINKING?’ I glared at him. ‘Lemme guess. You were thinking about me.’ I hope I sound as sarcastic as I could get. ‘Thinking about us. Our future.’ My voice was dripping with sour disappointment, but I wasn’t giving a fuck. I’m tired and angry, and feeling exceptionally useless. And those blue eyes fell into frustration. ‘Rose….’ The deep voice seemed to caution me to tread carefully from now on. But I’m done with being careful of others’ feelings. It’s
ROSE It was a werewoman. From her clothes, I could tell that she had been hunting. The fact that I found her here, in the middle of nowhere, not with a pack, means she’s a rogue. The angry red swell in her ankle told me she had slipped, and her being a werewolf told me that she was waiting for her ankle to heal. Those were all my analysis until I came closer and saw a twig jutting from the swell. The frightened look on her face further revealed that this wasn't her first time out alone, and it sure wasn't her first time chancing upon someone while being out here. And those meetings weren't pleasant. 'I-I….' My hand stretched out to her. What's wrong with you, Rose? The woman's more afraid of you than you are of her. I inhaled to calm my nerves and tried on a kind smile. 'I'm a healer.' I knelt before her and observed her wound. 'I don't need a healer,' she snapped. 'Then you need to pull this thing out.' I looked up at her, my brows gathered with concern. 'You're losing
ROSEYou’re doing very well, Rose…. Mum? The silhouette looks like my mother. Smells like her too. But her hair was long and silver. Like the moon. Is it the Moon Goddess? Hello? My mind called out to her. Who are you? Tell me, please. Save him, Rose… Save Keithen…. My face fell deadpan. How do you tell a mysterious voice to stop repeating the same thing over and over like a bad song? I felt my eyelids and pushed at them—-a familiar jaw greeted me—and the evening colours of the skies… and trees, and—. Trees?! Instantly, I sobered up. Then, I saw the vessel that was carrying me and felt a chill up my spine—the chill of embarrassment. Hastily, I pushed at the firm broad chest of muscles—made a Herculean effort to ignore the fact that I miss touching him—and yelled, ‘Put me down!’ And Rum halted. Without a word, he laid me on my feet and watched me in silence as I bounced away from him, knocking into someone. I turned and found myself staring at a familiar werewoman. A second l
ROSE Shame seared my cheeks. I dropped my gaze and stammered, ‘E-Even so, he doesn’t need anything! He’s an Alpha. Surely he can find his own food!’ And I chewed in a furious rhythm, ignoring the knowing smiles on the couple’s faces as they stole glances. ***** RUM There are no rogues within a twenty-metre radius of the hut…. Even if a rogue slipped into the circle, it would miss the stream and the opening… so the place is safe. Safe for Rose to stay for a few days. I scanned the vicinity once more before I slipped through the curtain of leaves and bushes and arrived in front of the hut. It was already past dinner. The dim glow of orange from the fireplace inside the hut was peeping through the door, and the lack of movement told me that everyone had retired for the day. Relief spurted through my nose as I shook a smile at the grass. Then, I turned from the hut and moved to the stream—a line the size of a footpath—and sat at the bank. I reached into my pockets and fished
ROSEPush him away. Do it—oh but his lips, firm with a want but gentle to coax me in wanting the same thing. No, I’m going to get hurt again. I tore my lips away and breathed, ‘Stop. We can’t—mmph….’ He pushed my head forward to capture my lips for another round, not giving a chance of second thoughts. His tongue. Mmm…. Stroking mine with his strength… making me feel desirable hence flattered…. Every time he kisses me, I feel wanted…. No—he’s going to change his mind again and leave me—. And my palm pressed harder. My lips broke apart once more. ‘Stop….’ I was already breathless. Uselessly. His warm palm cupped my jaw and lifted my gaze to his face, his thumbs rubbed my lower lip as his deep voice murmured, ‘I can’t… you know I can’t.’My eyes dropped to his mouth and my lips parted with invitation, even though my palm continued pushing, fighting my heart, being realistic. ‘I’m wrong for you,’ I whispered, my chest feeling stuffed again. I could hear my heart screaming curses a
ROSE‘We can’t go back to Blue Rock?’ I asked, feeling a little guilty for wrecking the original plan of lying low until we’ve trained enough to confront Rum’s uncle and the dark whims. ‘Even if Erasmo allowed it, I don’t think we should.’ Rum handed me my dress and I took it to pull over my head, while he pulled up his pants. ‘Shall we stay here then?’ I asked. ‘I don’t trust rogues.’ He put on his shirt. ‘But your mother was one, wasn’t she? And your grandparents.’ I picked up the bandana beside my feet and stepped towards him. He looked at me. ‘You can’t trust a rogue, Rose. You just can’t.’ I fixed his bandana and then his shirt. ‘But Perri and Kurt are kind and friendly, aren’t they?’ All set, I looked up and found him frowning at me. ‘You don’t think they can be trusted too?’ ‘It’s hard to tell for now.’ And then he pushed me behind him. ‘Sssh. Someone’s coming.’ I smelled it too, faintly in the air. Metal and rock—strangely familiar. ‘Alpha Keithen!’ Perri’s voice arri