Judging by the choice of words, I was quite sure that Merari knew the answer to her own question. I obliged her with an answer, nevertheless. “I love her more than my own life,” I confessed. “She…Valene,” I chuckled. “Sometimes, I…I think I depended on her more than my own beta and delta,” I admitted. “More than an amazing person, characteristically speaking, she was an extraordinary human, Merari. I cannot imagine how amazing she is now.”There was a hint of a smile teasing her lips, but it wasn't reaching. I hadn't earned my way to reaching. Yet."She definitely is rough around the edges right now," she said. "The girl's bitter, and rightly so," her once distant stare, regarded me. "She's not the same Valene that you once knew, Alas."
Vale:I didn’t realize how much rage was inside of me. Of course, I was angry-in my mind, though it may be bias of me, I had every right to be. Even in not fully knowing why I was so angry.My memory from before…I mean exactly before I died, it was severely flawed-damaged even. I knew who Alastair Wade was, I even recognized that insufferable Harlyn, a girl whom I’d grown to love in a way that, unfortunately I could not force out of my memory or my mind.I remembered the Lycan king; how could anyone forget him? His tall, brooding bulge of masculinity, and the subtle resentment of the world in his hard and yet beautiful eyes. I was hard-pressed to confess that thinking about him and our controversial situationship
Alastair:When Merari expressed to me the difference of her appearance before, I didn’t realize how literal she was until that moment.I could hardly contain myself as I watched in the distance, the young woman that I’d raised from a babe up, standing there with the tale of a grim story written in her eyes.She was angry and rightfully so. I could tell that she was like a rare bird, waiting for one of us to make one move before she fluttered away never to be seen again.“Val-”“Vale,” she corrected me. Apparently, she didn’t want to live by that name anymore and I could do very little but respect it.“Vale,” I quickly corrected m
Harlyn: I couldn’t believe it. She was alive…alive and I…I just could not seem to place this reality with logic. Valene, my vassal...my sister, she was alive. Every time I thought about it, my heart fluttered and my breath hitched in my throat. What…what was I to do with this information? Then another thought came to mind; why hadn’t she returned home? To the comfort of home. Surely, returning to our side would have been better than going at it alone out there amongst the danger of the ferals, and rogues. Right? “Maybe not for her,” said my wolf, Fera said softly in my ear. “She is different now, Harlyn.” I considered the words my counterpart whispered in my ear while I sat there at my vanity mirror, brushing at my now shortened hair when a knock gently sounded at my bedroom door. “Come in.” I looked up as the door opened and saw my father standing there in front of the doorway. “Daddy,” At first, I greeted him with a smile. Then I saw the concerned look on his face. I quickly
“Val!” My father exclaimed. I was so shocked at her candor that I was rendered speechless myself.She turned away from the Delta and approached Dad again. “I…will stay in the city for a few days, but I cannot stay here.”“Why?” asked my father. Or…I guess…our father?Valene’s expression changed. “I smell her…I’m not ready to be near Mum. Not right now.”“Honey, she’s not staying here,” said my father, and for some reason, that was when it finally clicked: the reason behind his story about him and my mother, the mention of a true mate.“That woman!" I asked in bewilderment. "She…she’s y
Aries:Was it true? Was she really my mate? No! It couldn’t be! But I felt it, so it couldn’t be a lie. Right?“Yes!” Bain growled with anticipation and excitement. My counterpart could hardly contain himself and it was at that moment that I realized that it had to be true. Though I imagined any virile male would have a hard time containing themselves in front of such a rare beauty, and yes, she was beautiful.There was a darkness about her, however. It was as if the years of her absence had changed her in ways that caused resentment. Death could do that to a person. The death of my parents left a mark of darkness within me that I knew would never be fully healed. Still, though, she carried it quite well.I remember her very well when she was a human. Her hair was never out of place but neat in its natural curl. There was a light in her. A uniformed innocence that I had never seen in another before. One that was quite alluring, if I am being honest with myself.Now, however, she w
She brushed past me without another word, and I fought with every ounce of my being not to yank her up by the arm and force her into seclusion so that we could hash it out. Something told me, however, that if I did, I’d only succeed in making things worse.I turned and watched her saunter away from me, my arms crossed in aggravation. “We’re not done here, little one.” She paused, turned only slightly, and looked at me. “Yes, we are, old man.” without another word, she did something that I had never seen before of an inhuman. Her body seemed to burst into a flight of shadow-like bats, and suddenly, she disappeared into the sky.“She is going to be a problem.” Bain seemed to realize this as he witnessed what I did.“A challenge she will be,” I agreed with my beastly counterpart.“Yes….why do I feel like you welcome the challenge?” When he said this, a grin played across my lips and gradually became wider. I was amused and a tad bit excited about the idea of forcing the little spitfire
Vale: I sat on the kitchen island, eating a bowl of Moose Track ice cream drenched in fudge. My sweet tooth had kicked into exceptionally high gear today, and I knew why. I hadn’t eaten a meal- a real meal for almost a day and a half. Trying to be a good girl was definitely not agreeing with me. With a small sigh, I dug into my bowl and took a large bite of my fudgy ice cream. Eyes closed, I savored the rich fudge when I started to get a splitting headache. “You alright in here?” I heard the resoundingly deep voice of my father ask me as I sat on the island counter trying to enjoy my sweet treat. “Brain freeze,” I murmured as I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as if that would help alleviate the pain that I was feeling. I took a deep breath after the pain subsided and just looked at my father, giving him a small smile before I returned to my steadily melting treat. “Those can suck.” “Yeah,” I replied to him. “They certainly can. In fact, I am almost certain that they always do.”