“How do I mindlink my pack?” I ask him, and look down towards the flowers to distract myself from him.
“Why don’t we do the basics first, huh?” he says, putting his arms around my waist now. “You used your vision, right? And your hearing is getting better, so why don’t we focus on smelling today, and if you can do that, maybe we’ll see if you can use them all together.”
I take a step away from him, pushing his arms away from my body, and sigh.
“I just want to know where my real family is, and my pack,” I say, “I never knew this was how any of this worked, but now that I know, I just want to know if they’re out there, and if I can mindlink them, I can find them.”
“Yohanna,” Azaire sighs, and closes his eyes for a second, as if he’s trying to figure out the exact words to use. “Mindlinking is pre
I have been with the Kaios pack for a little over a week, now. I’ve become a little closer with everyone, but I’m still not sure who I can trust. Alexander had quickly become my best friend. It wasn’t exactly hard for him to earn that title, but still, it feels good to have someone close to me that I can talk to. I’ve actually talked to him about how well my training with Azaire seems to be going, and I’ve tried to get him to tell me what it means to be “fully mated”, but he wants Azaire to be the one to tell me. I’m pretty sure it has something to do with sex, though, so I’ve tried to keep my distance from him outside of our training. I’ve gotten better at everything, actually. I can even tune Azaire out, if I want to, now, and I can listen for the other people in his house pretty easily. Not that I’m eavesdropping or anything.Azaire said a few days ago that we can start to work on my shifting s
She eyes me suspiciously, but lets it go. For now, I suspect. She is ready to pop at any second, I think. She and Marco has been spending a lot of time in their room, planning for the baby, probably. I haven’t seen much of them the whole week I’ve been here, and I haven’t really seen or talked to Calithea, either, or Alessandro. Ha, I still think it’s funny that their names are Alessandro and Calithea. I know Alessandro prefers to be called Alessandro, but Calithea calls him Alessandro, and that’s so cute..The people around the table starts to talk to each other again, and I smile, still, before picking up the slice of bread on my plate. I take a bite out of it, and hum a little as I chew. It’s really good. Soraya got up early to bake bread this morning, and it’s still warm as I bite into it. I have brown cheese on top, and it’s really fucking delicious. I didn’t know how much I had missed brown cheese until
Azaire is sitting right in front of me. My head is leaned on his shoulder as I let my tears silently run down my face, making his t-shirt all wet. I don’t even take any time to appreciate his bare biceps, I just let him hold my hands tightly, and it feels oddly comforting to be near him. Not enough to let him have his arms around me, but enough to make me feel a little better. He hasn’t said anything either, he just knelt in front of me and grabbed my hands. He probably knows I listened to what he was saying in my defense to his brother, and I’m kind of glad he does, that way I don’t have to tell him what I heard.A few more moments go by as I just bask in his presence, and the smell of exhaust and the woods encapsulating our own little bubble out here in the backyard. Then a question suddenly comes to mind, and I lift my head up from his shoulder, to look at him. He furrows his brows as I do, and searches my face for some kind of hint as
“I built a muscle car, and Aiden and I kept modifying it whenever I got restless or had some anger built up because I never found you,” he explains, still looking into my eyes.“So… you built a car because you didn’t find me? That’s… interesting,” I say, and look down at his chest. It is rising and falling evenly with his breaths, and it’s somehow making me feel like I’m drawn to him. Like I’m supposed to stay here, this close to him, for the rest of times. But my gut still tells me I shouldn’t trust him, or throw myself at him, no matter how much my body wants me to.“It seemed like the better thing to do. Before we started building the car, I trained all day, and kept breaking my bones everywhere from kicking, hitting and slamming myself against the concrete walls in the basement.”I just nod. I don’t like the idea of him hurtin
After watching Azaire and Aiden hunched over the engine of a very sexy muscle car for more than an hour, Alexander and I went inside. I really liked the car, and I can’t wait to hear what it sounds like, revving the engine and pressing the pedal to the metal.. Alexander thought I was silly, but he grinned at me, as if he somehow knew I thought of Azaire as more attractive too, because he had a hot car.We’re sitting on their couch, watching music videos on the TV, since I need to be educated in popular culture, and everything new from the last five years. I agree, but it’s a bit much. I sigh suddenly, and turn towards Alexander, who eyes me with one of his black eyebrows arched.He has taken a liking to calling me “Yohan”, probably because Azaire already started calling me “Yohanna”. I don’t get why they need to give me a nickname at all, but I guess Alexander thinks my name is way too long for
“No, I can’t,” he says, calmer now. He runs both his hands through his messy, dark hair, and sucks in both his lips into his mouth, before looking at me again. “I wish I could. I hate seeing you like this, it breaks my heart. I hate my mother for making me train you.”I gape at him, hurt flashing over me like a tsunami with no receding tide to warn me. Why am I so hurt by this?“Would you rather have Alessandro train me?”“Fuck no,” he growls. “He’d destroy you. He already hates you. Fuck. I’d hate my mother if she made anyone else do this, too.”He sits down on a log, and puts his head in his hands, elbows crooked up on his knees. He looks pissed off, yet so vulnerable.“Fine. Let’s get it over with. You’re not too far away from shifting completely, but when you’ve done that, we
“Ow! It stings,” Azaire complains with a whispering voice, as I dab his face with a cotton pad soaked in some sort of alcohol-smelling stuff he said his dad gets from the witches, to help wounds heal faster.“Shut up,” I whisper back, “your family is asleep, and I’m willingly helping you do this even though you are perfectly capable of doing so yourself.”He narrows his eyes at me ever so slightly, before a smirk appears on his lips.“You were badass out there,” he says and leans in to kiss my forehead.I scrunch my nose up and look at the now-red cotton pad in my hand, instead of him. I’m not so sure that it was a good idea to run around out there with him. The way we connected out there in the forest, both being wolves and all, was extraordinary. I could feel his heartbeat, I could smell what he was smelling, so it was easy for me to find
“I… I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry you grew up with those people,” he says, and I can hear a darkness in his voice that I haven’t heard from him before. I heard it in Alessandro’s voice when he yelled at me. “I’m sorry I couldn’t find you earlier, and I wish there was something I could do to make your past easier.”“There is,” I say, my voice suddenly a bit hoarse.“Anything,” he says, standing up from his seat.His hands rests on either side of me on the counter, and he presses himself to stand between my legs. I have no choice but to spread them for him, and I swallow a little as I do. I didn’t see myself doing this anytime soon, but I’m glad we have our clothes on.. Even though, he’s already half naked with his bruised and scraped chest staring at me. Or, I’m staring at it. His hand travel up to lift