Max’s POVI kind of drifted off to dreamland after that revelation. Hera agreed with what I have done and congratulated me for growing a spine over night. She said that took guts and hell of a determination. I say, that was caused by getting tired of people's shit and maneuvering all the time. When I woke up, I saw Elsa waiting, seated patiently at the couch beside my bed. I was not in the infirmary. Great.Then, it flooded in. The gore details of a battle. Between me and my mom. Where was mom?“Oh, shit.” I tried to sit upright, but was still lightheaded and fell back on the bed. Elsa came to my aid.“It’s alright, Miss Teresa is fine. She’s got he best healer pretty booked today.” I raked my mind for that best healer they keep on talking about,yes, it was Minerva. Minerva Jones was a legend over here. If she is with the best healer. Then , she had been worse. I have to see it for myself. “Where is she?” “In the next room. I know this would happen so I insisted to keep you guys
“You drool.” Hera whispered even if I knew that no one can hear her. “Hey.”“Max, I am telling you now, that boy is mighty fine.”“I know.” Max was still absentmindedly staring at the door where Zayn stood. She had been smiling like an idiot for a long time and none really cared to wake her up from whatever hallucinations she was under right now. She had met Zayn at Haven High School for days now and even went to the training arena a couple of times now and she felt really stupid for not noticing what a fine specie of human slash wolf he was. Looking good like that should be illegal. “Is she alright?” Zayn asked Elsa when he saw my blank as a blank canvass face.“Right, she is, are you not, miss?”“Better, never been better.”Elsa had to cough to ease the hanging silence. Max was nervously pleating and repleating the neatly folded infirmary blanket out of tension. Zayn still stood there, he was waiting for something or wanting to say something, Elsa and Max surely have both no ide
Quentin and Betty went to see Cassie. The hidden daughter of the Black Alpha plays a very important role in this prophecy. Cassie could not even know how or when or where to begin to express the joy that she felt seeing her god mother. It had been ages and now, that Betty Shepard was in her house, she feels elated and in a state of euphoria. The two had always been close and had always shared admiration to one another. Teresa and Cassie were good friends also. “Oh! Oh! Father, is this true?” Cassie even rubbed her eyes to see if this was not an apparition.“Pinch her wrinkly face.” Quentin suggested jokingly. Betty slapped Quentin on the arm for saying that. “Oh, darling! It had been years since I last saw you since your father decided that you are too good for the world and look who is talking, mister wrinkle free. "“Do not start, Beatriz.”" Old man, you started it. " Winking at Cassie who cannot remove the smile from her pretty face. It had been a while since she had real visito
He had been staring at the ceiling for several hours and he still cannot sleep. Zayn was confused and furious that he was behaving odd whenever Maxine Shepard is around. His phone vibrates. “Sup, man?” Aron was grinning his boyish smile. Aron was requesting for a video call. This good friend of his was not very fond of phone calls, he takes pride and joy with seeing the person he is talking too. It annoys him but he knows that Aron won't take no for an answer. He accepts it and stares into his phone’s camera. Aron is perfect in timing, he was about to lose his freaking mind thinking. His good friend was also in his bedroom now. Zayn recognized his wallpaper of space and astronauts and stuff that involved the solar system and the universe. Aron had a huge interest in anything that is, directly or indirectly associated with astronomy. “Hey. How are you guys?” “Whoa, you look like hell.” “Hell is an understatement. You should come visit one day.”“In the Black estate? Duuude! Anytime
Zayn’s POVShe looked great last night but I swear to God that she looked ten times better today. Whoever gave her the dresses she wore yesterday and today did a great job. Maxine looked awesome and now I regret the stupid mistake of inviting Fred and Aron today. I wanted to marvel at her beauty by myself. The guards and the staff would not dare to look at the new heiress for fear of the master of the house. There is a little hiccup to what I did last night though.You see, I have invited Aron and instructed him to tell Fred to drop by today for a picnic. I forgot to mention that I only meant them and not half of senior year. The two have dense skulls and blabbered at the group chat that I was throwing a party at the eccentric Black Villa.The Black estate had been famous to the young and old and not every body is given the chance to set foot on the perimeters. The whole place was famous because of three reasons:One, it belonged to the eccentric billionaire, Quentin Wesley Black.T
Max’s POVMatt Hugh was our classmate on several subjects and he was easy on the eye too. Jackie insisted that I try to mingle with the other males of our class since we are almost eighteen. Jackie is also turning legal next month and was very upfront in telling me that she was no longer a virgin and would definitely date Matt if I won’t.“I have no problems with you dating Matt, jacks.” I am not really interested because I was interested with someone else.“Ugh, you do not get it, the guy wanted to get to know you better, so I told him that I will make a way but if you do not want him, at least let him introduce himself and I will gladly take the spoils.” Jackie reminded me of my girls in Manhattan. They would always get the guy who wanted to get to know me, but then I am very hard to please. Or so I thought. Turns out, I was wolf and I was waiting for my mate. But, being raised polite, I agreed to entertain Matt Hugh. He was giving us the stare all the time when Jackie was pitching
“Hi.” It was my Aunt Cassie with her singsong voice and dangling earrings and noisy bangles. She definitely gives off gypsy vibes, only classier and modern. I have seen gypsies only in movies. My classmates have long left and what remained now in the terrace below were some of the staff cleaning up the mess of a group of rowdy teenagers left. I feel bad for them most especially because when I told grandfather about the party and the confusion, I promised to help in the cleaning. Also, I was staring there because I can see Zayn with his friends, Aron and Fred and when he saw me, he waved at me and my heart went on a limbo all over again.“Hello aunt Cassie. Where is Tasha?”“She is with your mother and grandmother. Tasha loves hanging out with people not her age. That is why she is wise beyond her years.” “So.. You heard that too.”“I did, but it was meant for you.”“In less than two weeks, I became a different person. Back in Manhattan, I was just like any regular teen you see on t
Borris was furious. No, he was mad. He was erupting like a volcano and his lava wanted to devour the entire Black Villa.How dare he remove him from the study when he already have introduced him to the girl as her uncle? He had high hopes that maybe this time, his father would consider his feelings that maybe the old man finally came to his senses and was now more open to the idea that he was family? No, the bastard chose to drive him off after the formal introductions. Borris did not care of the girl, he just wanted to be in he same room as Teresa. She had given him a little smile when their eyes met and Boris was convinced that Teresa feels more than a friend. It could have been him and not Clay.That did not happen.Once again, Quentin Wesley Black have made his point---that Borris LaRue was his son ,yes, but not trusted enough. How come Cassandra was considered as family along with that child of hers?They were both offsprings born from the other side of the blanket,right?But w