Kamari's Point of ViewThe moment we went over the peak of the mountain, the skies cleared up instantly. Clouds drifted far above our heads. And in front of us lay a vast lake that sparkled in the early morning sunshine. Several boats were already on the water. People were being tugged along by thick ropes. The more we descended, the easier I could make them out. They were people from all walks of life. Some were sitting in expensive and luxurious boats, whilst others stood and drank. There were also several canoes in the water with men wearing fishing hats and long rods. I could feel my mouth open the more I took in the scene. Noticed children running through houses that dotted the entire side of the lake. The more I tried to keep my mouth shut, the further it hung open."I never knew there was a place like this only two hours away." I breathed in astonishment as we passed the first entrance. Metal gates were dotted by several old pieces of water skiing equipment.The next gate ha

Zayan's Point of ViewShe smelt like sunshine. It was a weird way to describe it. But that was what it was. Sunshine and happiness. An endless supply that I could get of. For as long as she wanted me close.Being this closely pressed to her made me keenly aware of her presence. Of how fragile she was. A small being that I now held the power to make or destroy. Not that this situation was even remotely so poetic. I was just driving her around on an automatic quad bike. Showing her the ropes so that she could venture after me when I climbed onto the dirt bike a bit later. Her head remained steadily centered but I could almost sense her eyes moving up and down when I worked the brakes. Or when I sped up using the thumb accelerator. A far cry from being difficult in the slightest. With her brilliant mind, I knew she could figure it out quickly.Now it was simply a matter of relinquishing the controls so that she could take over. A feat I wanted to do but couldn't bring myself to do. Wha

Kamari's Point of ViewThe bark from the willow was rough through the thin fabric of my shirt. I could feel it poke into me. Probe me for answers. Or maybe that was just my conscious trying to make sense of what had just happened with Zayan.One moment he was on the ground, asking me if I cared about him. The next? Well, we started making out and getting heavy. I asked if we couldn't go back to the tree so that we had more privacy.He agreed almost immediately.But the moment we got under the branches, out of eyesight, I chickened out. Realized that I had only asked for one fucking night. Now I wanted more. It was greedy of me. Especially considering it took us this long to get here. He had declined when we were in his mother's cottage. But accepted the night in the cave because I refused to let it go. The most likely thing that had happened was that he accepted his fate that night. Thought I would hound him continuously. And right then, sprawled in the road, he was just feeling sor

Kamari's Point of View We were walking in silence, guards trailing behind us. The blanket around my shoulders was softer than I had thought it would be. By a large margin. And Arik's company... "You were out on a run? You can't just leave without telling anyone, Kamari. Your father was worried again." He explained. His hands were tucked in behind his back as we walked. One of the guards had brought him a pair of trousers at least. This also meant that now my eyes could strain as much as they wanted. Which was a lot. His abs were rock solid. But when he thought I wasn't looking, he would relax them. Still toned. Not as defined but I would have gladly licked down them all the way to his- Fucking wolf. Fucking mating bond. This was the jackass that rejected me in front of the entire pack. The jackass that never even fucking apologized. "I worry him a lot, lately," I admitted and moved around an old rotting stump. Arik seemed to follow my lead. Moved around it in the same directi

Kamari's Point of View The pack was exactly as I remembered it. Calm. Near silent. There was no one on the streets. No people jogging or even going in and out of shops. If you didn't look close enough, it would have looked more like a ghost town than anything else. But when you squinted just right, you could see them inside the buildings. Working. Busy. But the signs were the same. Not even a crumb of aging to the buildings. No peeling paint or cracked foundations. All of it was neatly trapped in time. Nine years prior. "This is where you grew up?" Nolan asked from the back seat. The packet of chips he had given me was now empty and discarded by my feet. My dad had nearly thrown a hissy fit because of it but left well enough alone. It was a fragile moment for the two of us. We were unsure what to expect. We hadn't called Rachel. Refused to. She would come up with some excuse to get out of the visit and neither of us wanted that. "Yeah," I replied, absentmindedly staring out the