~Amara~It was finally three days to the Hollow Ball and at every passing hour, my urge to attend it kept diminishing. I just suddenly felt so weird. And after that close encounter with Katherine in Chad’s room, I tried as much as possible to avoid her whenever I could. The fact that she couldn’t decipher that I was the one in Chad’s room that day wasn’t convincing enough to me. Katherine could know anything that she wanted to know in the blink of an eye, especially if there was another wolf presence around.That knowledge made me a bit paranoid because, for all I know, Katherine might be planning something very bad; especially if she has confirmed her suspicion of me having something to do with the werewolf that she was obsessed with.But the newfound intimacy with Chad had me blushing every time I remembered what happened between us. It felt like there was this new fire that was blazing in me. The call with Katherine had been a close one, but we still decided to meet up again tonigh
~Chad~I matched down angrily to Katherine’s quarters, fury almost blinding me. After my mind-link connection to Amara was suddenly severed, I’d excused myself immediately from the Pack meeting to find out what was wrong.We’d been trying to organize how the Hollow Ball would be when I suddenly felt that my mate was in agony. The pain just kept on increasing as time passed, until I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to mind-link her. When she replied after so many attempts and I heard her distressed thoughts, I’d almost gone crazy with worry. I couldn’t understand what was wrong because she left in high spirits this afternoon after we saw each other.Then she had mentioned Katherine, and I just knew that something terrible must have happened. Katherine’s name never comes up alongside good and happy events. So I’d quickly gone into the Pack to find out what happened because I knew that there must be gossip about what had happened.I met one gamma who explained that Amara was accused
~Amara~I lay on my side on the floor, the bluntly spiked flooring biting into my flesh. I think I’ve been here for one day because, from the time that I had been locked in, it wasn’t possible that the day hadn’t moved so fast. It was pitch dark in here so I couldn’t decipher the time of day by brightness. I could only see a little bit, all thanks to the supernatural abilities of werewolves.My throat was parched, and not even the tiniest spittle could be found in my mouth. I tried to swallow it down several times without result. At one point, I’d crawled to the heavy door and banged on it with all my strength, but there had been no answer.I tried to raise my head but a sharp pain ricocheted through my body and I quickly pillowed it back on my arm. “Ouch,” I groaned, and lay still again, trying to recollect the events that had led to me being locked up in here.Something was wrong with my body. Something was wrong with my thoughts. It felt like I had selective amnesia. I felt like a
~Amara~“Welcome to my safe space,” Katherine said and closed the door behind us.I walked into the unfamiliar room, one that I hadn’t been in before. It looked depressing; almost like the person who lives there doesn’t want anything that has to do with happiness. It was painted in dark gray, and the only splash of a little color in it was the ashes that were in a gourd.“This is your room?” I asked, my gaze moving all over the properties in the room.She took my hand and drew me to the bed, then flopped down beside me. “Yes. You’ve been here before, remember?”The flesh on my forehead scrunched together as I tried to remember when I might have possibly visited here. But nothing popped up. I looked around the place again, trying to see if something might jog my memory, but it was blank. But if Karina was my best friend, then I probably might have visited her before, right?“I know you don’t remember a lot of things, but I don’t want you to stress yourself trying to remember anything.
~Lucian~I sat on the wooden chair in a room that looked like it had seen better days, staring into the eyes of the pack oracle. It’s been more than five minutes since I came here and she was yet to say anything to me. Out of respect for her position, I tried to let her do her voodoo thing in peace and give me the answers that I sought, but I was starting to get very impatient. I didn’t come here to see her throwing sticks and bones around and having a staring competition with her. Mirielle has been our Pack oracle for as long as I can remember. She’d been the one who guided my father during his reign as the alpha king and had followed her instructions to the letter. When I, on the other hand, became the alpha king, I felt that I didn’t have the need for her advice. I did things the way I wanted to do it, how I wanted to do it, and when I wanted to do it. I wasn’t going to let a bunch of sticks and bones interfere with my choices. I remember the last time she told me that something
~Chad~The dull ache in my heart wasn’t gone yet. It still lingered, reminding me that my mate had somehow rejected me. Her rejection wasn’t one in the common sense, but the fact that she seemed to have forgotten who I was, or what I am to her.It’s been two days in the cell and each minute makes me feel as if there was someone using a straw to suck away all the strength in me. I felt almost powerless. As the second in command of the alpha, it took more than just locking me in a spelled cell or starving me of food and water to get me tired, so I just knew that the only reason that I felt this way was because of Amara.It was a thing with werewolves that when they’re not close to their mates, or if their mates somehow forget about them without breaking their bond, the other person gets affected. In my case as a beta, I kept on becoming weaker every day. If we hadn’t connected and recognized each other as mates, I wouldn’t have been affected this much. But we had linked our souls togeth
~Amara~I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, looking back now and then to see if my pursuer was gaining in on me. With every stomp of my feet on the rough, dirty ground, I felt the beginning of labor contractions but this wasn’t the time to be mindful of little pains when my life was at risk. With every step, I felt the weight of my unborn child. My heart pounded in my chest, not only fueled by the fear that consumed me but also by the physical exertion of my desperate escape. I had to escape from my pursuers somehow.I continued to run, my hands propelling my body to move as fast as it could. They were getting closer and closer. I could still hear their howls and snarls reverberating through the night and the sound of their paws hitting the ground. Because I’d been marked for death by the alpha, my only hope for survival lay in outrunning them through the dense underbrush of the woods.My breath was getting shorter. I was already tired and I didn’t think that I could run anymore.
~Amara~I almost panicked when I saw Alpha Adrik lying beside me.’How had I gotten here? And why am I on his bed?Everything seemed so confusing to me as I tried to rapidly recollect what had happened. We both still had our clothes on so there was a probability that nothing had happened between us. But, I was still confused about a whole lot of things; the first being why I would sleep beside Alpha Adrik. And what sort of weird dream did I just have? Who were the people chasing me and why were they chasing me? What did my mother mean about my child being a destined child?I placed a hand on my belly and rubbed it, the not-so-gentle kick from my pup confirming to me that it was still in there. Alpha Adrik stirred, and then one of his fat, hairy hands reached out and grabbed my breast. I made a disgusted face and tried to wriggle out of his grip but he held on tight, practically even hurting me in the process.My head turned to look at the side of the bed and when I saw that there was