☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ I have chosen to forget what Mikael did. This doesn't mean I've forgiven him. It simply entails that I will not relive that moment again in my memories. If I make the mistake of doing so, I know I won't focus on how he foiled my orgasm but on the pleasure he'd brought me prior to. The problem with that is I'll obliviate his misdeed. And I don't want to afford that, especially since it's impossible to deny the effect he has on me. Throughout the night, sparks darted up and down my body repeatedly, hindering me from getting any sleep. It so happens that I have no need for my phone alarm's blaring tune as I'm already out of bed by the time it rings by thirty minutes after six. I turn the murderous rhythm off and pull my hair into a ponytail. I'd like to lie in bed and enjoy the early morning's serenity, but I want to get in a quick run before facing the duties I'll no doubt have as new Luna. It'll also be better for me to familiarise myself with the pack as soo
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ Locating a ceramic bowl, I fill it with water from the faucet. I wait a few seconds to check if it leaks, then dump the cheerful blossoms into it. "I do act like one. You should be more respectful of my manhood, Luna." "Whatever." I flick off his complaint as I glide into the dining room. "By the way, where were you taken yesterday?" I inquire about his absence since I saw him last when Mikael crashed in on us like a dark lord on a unicorn looking for trouble. He'd been with the cashier that ratted us out, but I'd seen neither of them afterwards. "Nowhere specific. I was interrogated and tested in a building for recruits. Had to go through all the routines and expected measures necessary for a werewolf to join a new pack. Currently, I'm on probation." I frown at this as the word in relation to the world of werewolves is foreign to my ears and understanding. "What do you mean by probation?" "Yeah, I forgot to elaborate. The rules are somewhat different here
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ My pocketknife flinches at his neck, and I roll a sigh of despair into escape at his grisly joke. "You aren't funny, Wade." "I see you still got it, Luna." He tucks away his blade in his pocket, chuckling happily as if he'd been handed his favourite pie on a silver platter. "Do I?" I keep my knife staid at his pulsing vein. His face rumples in confusion. I smile as his hands slowly grace the air over his head in unfailing surrender. "Will you end me today, Luna?" He teases, and I push the pointy end into his skin. It sinks in, a streak of blood running down. "I don't know, will I?" I keep my eyes on him as I swiftly drill into his back pocket, seizing his weapon. "How would I know?" He lets his shoulders heave and drop in nonchalance, and I contemplate knocking him out. "You should know. After the shit you just pulled, you should have expected my reaction." "Really?" His eyes expand, growing rounder, but the cycling humour does not disappear. It tours ab
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ Since I have no key, I merely close the door after kicking my new dagger behind the couch. I’ll find a more fitting place for it when I’m back. There’s a skip in my steps as I close the distance from the house to the greater orbit of the pack. I select a path where I don’t see any were, and after an expeditious warmup, I shoot off. It was cold enough to freeze ice last night, so I should be worried about the condition of the ground. However, I suspend the small concern niggling at me at reconvening an image of the sun, which was high up less than fifteen minutes ago, linked with the fact that the atmosphere is not chilly, and neither is the temperature frigid cold. Big mistake. The traction between my sneakers and the ground disappears in an instant. Shit. I thrash about, watching my life flash before my eyes. It happens as if in slow motion. I try to break my fall by shifting my body, so my weight rests on my lower limbs, and I don’t fall flat on my back,
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾I sensed her distress metres away. It'd ruched in bows of belligerent pain and the desire to be weaned from it. However, when I get in her notice, it shuts off, and the connection I'd drawn on splits in two. It's exceptionally bizarre since it is as if she'd rapidly stopped giving off cues of her discomfort without any problem.How long must it have taken her to perfect the skill of subtlety?"Give him permission to help me up." She motions at Makwa with an impatient impression that targets me about her."Why shall I give him a permit to do so when I can assist my own wife myself?"She blinks, head tilting like a doll's. A fair Luna she's made. Will she make an equally as good one in other areas? I know not, but I certainly would love to see her progress in due time."What happened to you, love?" I lower to her level on the ground and attempt to inspect the cause of her agony until I realise that the Beta still endures by us both. With a flick of a hand at him, hi
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾The green rings in her eyes shift into a lighter tone as we pass into the open ground."Yay. I can be alone soon.""You hate me yet?"She clears her throat unhurriedly. "I don't hate you, per se. We aren't buddies either. I forgive people when they are sorry for what they've done. You're not. So there's nothing to pardon.""Why do you harbour grudges for so long?" I've been considerate and patient so far, but there's been no change in her demeanour. I'm curious to know why she's so spiteful. Does she enjoy keeping malice?"It's not even been a day. How's that long?" She squints at me as if to glimpse something novel she hasn't before, then sighs deeply. "To answer your question, I retain the resentments I have towards people for a reasonable while as I don't want to forget what they've done and let myself be tricked or hurt by the same ploy anew.""How would you relate your reasoning to our situation?" I like the sleekness of her voice, so I ask for more clarifica
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ "The bastard refuses to speak!" I fling the blasted papers off the table. Stupid reports that have no meaning litter the floor, and I tramp over them, grabbing my glass of brown liquid on my way to the small cut-out window. "It's been five fucking days!" "Maybe you've not tried enough," the foul-mouthed wolf taunts from his perch on the couch. "Your methods have always been inadequate from time, Alpha. I advise that you adopt mine, which has proven to yield better results." Snorting derisively, I flash my hand back and forth. "Save your breath," I suggest with an unsubtle glare. "I will not." "Why?" He pretends to be genuinely hurt, eyes awide, mouth slightly agape. "Conceivably..." I drawl, drenching my words in sarcasm. I'd take to mockery if it would make me feel the best as I fain for, but it'll not. Nothing will ease this foul mood of mine. "Possibly, it is that your methods involve maiming as a first resort. It might plainly be that reason, Fabian." He
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ “...in all, what we find is not in Westardum. Connor has it hidden away somewhere not in the pack. My witch could detect no magic from the heart of the den. Mind you, she’s capable of deactivating cloaking spells, or rather, as she prefers to do, she sees through them. Apart from testing the strength of the pack, there were no benefits of the mission.” I scowl, taking stock of information that was not previously revealed to me. My advancement towards Fabian has his head snapping up to meet me with both eyebrows hoisted up in interrogation. “You searched for the key without mentioning of it?” “What?” He proudly wears an ardent frown. “Did you not heed when I said that I would make my objective of infiltrating the pack a double-edged sword, cutting down two queries at the same time?” “You might have said that,” my expression decays into that of a man vexed to no ends. “But you did not make me apprehend it. I remember your announcement from our brief discussion i