Chapter 11 • An Unknown EmotionCarlin “Blood? What are you talking about, Healer?” I paced the room, aware of the panicked look on Clarissa’s face. We had just met and were getting to know each other. This was too much to comprehend. It was true that something odd was between us but bloodshed was the last thing I wanted. “It is, as I said child. A story has been retold in your generation and it involves the both of you. A love story, not allowed to be by two star crossed lovers. I have dreaded this day.” Adele raised her eyes to the ceiling, seeing far more than my eyes could. Clarissa beckoned on me silently and I returned to my place beside her. Without thinking about it, my fingers went behind her neck, kneading the stress away and occasionally combing her hair lightly with my fingers. “Healer… can you tell us this story? I have been having some nightmares and Carlin some daydreams, both of a similar nature.” “Why didn’t you let me know?” Adele accused me, pointing a wrinkl

Chapter 13 • Childhood Friends Clarissa I had to give it to her: Delilah had some guts. You would think that after I had stopped Carlin from strangling her to death, she would take the hint to stay away from me. Instead, she stood in my makeshift room, offering friendship. “You don’t have to say yes right now,” she added, “I can wait if you want to think about it.” I lifted the tray off my lap, finished with my meal and replaced it on the table. “There is nothing for me to think about, Delilah. You don’t like me and you don’t want me here, especially close to Carlin. However, I am not going anywhere, at least not anytime soon so you better get used to seeing my face. Now, you should leave before Carlin gets here.” “Too late,” Carlin corrected, entering the room with an air of superiority. His father was still alive but I could see the kind of Alpha he would become. His enemies would shudder at the mere sound of his name. He blocked the entrance, trapping Delilah between us.

Chapter 15 • Dreaded brother Carlin Of all the people I never wanted to see at this moment. Threshold was one of them. His weasely smile, as always pissed me off. "What are you doing in my room, Threshold" I asked, my voice was filled with the same rage I had displayed with Delilah. Clarissa looked at me with concern, her vulnerable lips quivering into a question. If only she knew. "Since when have I need a reason to see my big brother." His silky voice replied. He got up from my bed and walked towards us. I instinctually held Clarissa closer. Threshold had a habit of taking things that weren't his. Just like how he walked around my room as if it were his. "Release me."Clarissa ordered and I quickly obliged her. Maybe I was beginning more of her pet. "You may refer to me as Clarissa. Now tell me what are you doing here?" Her voice demanded. And for the first time in the many years I had known my little brother, he hesitated for a moment in front of a female. "My lady. You'll h

Chapter 17 • Moon’s secret Carlin The moon shone brightly on us as we followed the healer, Adele. For an old woman she moved surprisingly quickly, weaving through the trees with ease, we could barely keep up with her. “Slow down,” I muttered, my words were only a whisper. Offending her could be a grave mistake especially when she was the only one who could provide information for us. I turned to Clarissa, she too was struggling to keep up but she didn’t let it dissuade her, her jaws were set in fixed determination but even she stopped walking at a point. Adele moved on, not bothering to check if we were keeping up. I reached down towards her and helped her up. “Let me carry you.” The blush on her face was priceless and I thought she would decline my help but it seemed her natural stubbornness was fading. She nodded to me and I got that, exposing my back for her to climb on. I could feel her chest pressing on my back, I cracked a smile as she held me in a possessive manner and he

Chapter 19 • Romantic inferno Carlin I never knew what Greg saw in Delilah, maybe he was bewitched by her beauty, ensnared by the rhythm of her body but I saw her for what she was, a bitch and at this exact moment, I could see that in action. I tried to temper my anger by reminding myself that this was just a memory from the past and nothing I could do would change anything. I watched them drag Lance and Amaya like dogs out of the chambers and into the dungeons but through it all they never stopped holding each other’s hands. The guards paid no heed to them, the only sound they made was their marching. Clarissa and I followed behind. She never stopped giving Delilah a death stare as we walked. “Clarissa, are you alright,” I asked meekly. She ignored me and continued her fixation on Delilah. I hoped that this didn’t bleed out into the present. I grabbed her to the side and asked again but this time my voice was more forceful. “Clarissa, are you alright? Wh