Cirilla's point of view I kept turning and tossing on Lyra's bed. I was restless. For some reason, I just couldn't sleep. The moon was shining bright in the sky, a little of its light peering through the curtains. I was alone in Lyra's room while she spent the night at Stefan's. I felt agitated for no reason, as my mind and thoughts were solely on Asher. He was driving me insane, and I couldn't quell the crazed need to be next to him. I released another groan, burying my head beneath the soft pillow. Then I heard the faint squeaking of the door. It pulled open and then shut almost instantly. I could only be Lyra. I thought to myself, but after a while, she didn't join me on the bed. I pushed the pillow on my head away, my eyes darting around the room. It instantly fell on the figure standing in front of the door. That was definitely not Lyra. I couldn't see the face, but there was an electric charge in the air, and I could never be mistaken. It was Asher. Only his presence was

Cirilla's point of view "What the fuck have you done again, Cirilla?" My mother's enraged voice vibrated against the corner walls of the apartment, and without warning, her hand collided harshly against my cheek, causing my head to snap to the left. I froze. Slowly, I pulled my eyes towards her. Her sandy brown eyes were simmering with rage. Was it just me sneaking out without her permission that had her so furious? Somehow, it didn't seem like that was the only reason. "Answer me, bloody bastard! Where have you been?" She yelled again, blasting my ears. I held the cheek where her hand hit me. "I was with my friends. Happy now!" I found myself yelling with similar rage embedded in my gaze. I walked away from her, but she grabbed me before I could take a couple more steps. "Friends?" She repeated, her gaze widening as if thinking it was impossible to have some of those. "What the hell have you done?" She asked, this time without yelling. I could see the fear that crossed her fea

Cirilla's point of view My heart was drowning with so many emotions. Rage, hate, and pain. It was deeply rooted in my chest, spreading mercilessly to my bones. I couldn't stop the hot tears that kept rolling down my eyes as I tossed all my belongings on my table carelessly into my bag that was open on the bed. I head to the small wardrobe at the corner of the room, grabbing the little clothes of mine standing on the hangers while ignoring the sharp piercing in my soul. I tossed them carelessly into the bag, moving to the edge of the bed where I perched down. I pulled my hands to my tear-stained face, burying my pain and frustration in them. Yes, I was packing. I was planning on leaving, more like running away from this hellhole. But I doubt if it could be termed running away. I will be eighteen soon and I'll be in control of my own life and be responsible for myself. I had had enough of everything, and the only thing that clouded my mind was just leaving, going as far as I could fro

Cirilla's Point Of ViewAs soon as I was done with my breakfast, I took the tray and made my way to the kitchen. The mansion seemed a little busy, and crowded. I wondered if something was going on.I made my way to the kitchen, trying my best to ignore the silent stares that seemed to be sent my way when I was not looking, and also the weird manner people would stop walking when I was next to them, only to lower their heads to me.I reached the kitchen, and it was a little crowded with some familiar faces I was acquainted with at the pack. Some were busy cleaning the kitchen while some were at the large table, having breakfasts and chatting. But everywhere went silent the instant their eyes took me in and as if on cue, in unison, they bared their head forward, bowing at me. This wasn't only awkward, it was fucking uncomfortable. I was almost confused at the drastic change in everyone's behavior towards me, but deep down I think I know why.A young female hurried up to me, collecting t

Jasmine's Point Of ViewThat foolish stupid brat still hasn't returned yet. I growled in fury. I had exhausted the last straw of control and patience I thought I had. Still no word from that fucking brat, and worse, I hadn't heard anything from Emily yet.When I had informed her of the brat's disappearance, she was raging mad. Well, that made two of us. She had gone searching for Cirilla with her fucking witches but so far, there hasn't been news yet. I'm guessing they haven't had luck finding her. This was all Emily's fault we couldn't find her yet. Who knew the all-powerful spell she placed on Cirilla to make her untraceable would come back and bite us? Emily couldn't find her through magic. And the spell couldn't be broken easily as that stupid Emily came up with the not-so-brilliant idea of using the brat's magic to bind her powers to my life and now, we can't track her and she can only truly be free of I die which by the way, was never going to happen, not until I get my revenge