Messiah Jordy The first drop of tear that ran down my left eye touched the tip of my lower lip. I licked it gently and savored the sour taste of my sorrow and bitterness in my mouth. I blinked at the test strip, frozen on my toilet seat. So many emotions rushed through me at once, I did not know which ones to act on first. Was I to scream to show my pain? Pull the strands of my hair out to show my anger? Or dig my teeth into the skin of my hands to express my bitterness? Was there a way to do all three at once. I sought for tears to cry, but my eyes were dry, I could almost feel them crack at the edges. I turned away from the strip, I could not bare to spare one more glance at it. I could not even bring myself to touch it, but I knew that I had to. If I didn't dispose of it myself, someone else was sure to find it. I couldn't risk that happening. I knew that I was not supposed to feel so numb, but my heart was empty, yet it felt heavy with the burden I was now carrying. I stretche

Arlo Caddel I thanked the goddess over and over again. Everytime I walked into the room my mate was kept to rest, I could not help but be filled with gratitude to the goddess. I would have lost her if it had not been for her wolf, and the strange restlessness the goddess had bestowed upon me. I was in her pack that day, something in me continued to disturb me. My wolf wanted to be close to her by all means, even though we knew she would not agree to meet with us. She seemed to want nothing to do with me, and I knew why. But that day, I hung around her pack for a while. Just while I was about to have dinner in my suite, her wolf mind-linked with mine. Yes, Axl informed my wolf, his mate, of what she had planned to do. Immediately, I sprang up from my seat and dashed out of my suite. My wolf continued to mind-link with Axl, and he gave us the directions to where she had hidden herself, to where she planned to take her life. She was half-dead when I met her. But I refused to give up

Messiah Jordy I cannot say I was very pleased by the lycan king's refusal to help me. As a matter of fact, I was far from pleased. My face contorted into a frown as I narrowed my eyes and pulled away from his embrace. I did not want him to hold me, or so much as touch me - not when he was not willing to be of help to me. I sniffed in my tears and wiped my eyes with the back of my hands. I blinked sporadically to force the rest of my tears in. When I was sure I had cried to my fill, I looked away from him and sucked in a deep breath. All the while, he continued to stare at me, not saying even a single word. "I must return to my pack," I started to speak. "It's late now, Jordy. I cannot possibly allow you..." "First thing tomorrow morning." I cut in, throwing him a stern glare. He heaved a sigh and started to move away from me. "Why so stubborn, Messiah Jordy?" "Am I now stubborn because I intend to return to my land?" I fired back, arching my right brow even higher than his was.

Messiah Jordy The train got to Valley Town at exactly thirty minutes past eight that morning, but that was not the end of my journey, not at all. If anything, it was the beginning. I alighted from the train, grateful to be free from the mother and her child who reminded me too much about my situation. I walked briskly towards the ticket station and boarded the next train for a place they called Hemingsburg. I did not know where that was, I did not know what happened there, but I knew my ticket was the last available one, and the train was leaving in ten minutes. I got myself croissants and spring rolls for breakfast, seeing as I was about to embark on a six hour journey with no stops. In exactly ten minutes, my fellow passengers and I were called to begin to board the train, which we did. I was seated by the window once more, the view was therapeutic. This time, it was a lady who sat by my side, and she had headphones on throughout the journey. I did not bother to initiate a

Messiah Jordy I was excited to know that I had gotten the job in Slauson's cafe, but as a waitress. My job description did not matter at that point. All that mattered was that I was proud of myself for what I had done, for what I had achieved. It was such a little feat to some, but as I listened to him give me my warming directions, I shifted in my chair while my heart continued to swell with pride. I fought back my tears and my right hand subconsciously rubbed my stomach. Everything that I had done in the past few months was solely for the child in my stomach, and for my family. I found it shocking how I had never seen myself having a job of my own back in my pack. But now, it felt like I was in a whole new world. To be fair, it really was a whole new world. Back at my pack, a man of Slauson's age would be tending to the family business, or fighting hard to get his father's attention and a good share of the property. He would be an only child with responsibilities to his lineage -