LOGINThe way this filthy excuse of a man stood in front of me, a man who had ruined my life for years and then to add the cherry onto the cake of pain, killed my brother, I couldn’t help the fury which sat in my gut hearing him now speak about killing Dominic. It was odd, these feelings I felt whenever I thought of Dominic, feelings I didn’t have before but now had to assume was due to out mate bond, but it was as though if this man thought he was getting in my way of me reaching my mate… I would hurt him in ways I didn’t believe possible. “Now let’s save us all the trouble and come with me sweetheart, I’ll be sure to handle everyone here as we leave.” Dean smiled as though I would somehow forget about everything he’d put me through and run off with him into the sunset, but still that feeling wouldn’t let up. “I am not going anywhere with you and I’m certainly, not allowing you to hurt anyone stood behind me. Now I am giving you two options, move out of my way or, I will move you out o
Following behind the long cue of women and children who seemed to also share the same panic and fear that gripped onto my body, I was led down a flight of hidden stone steps leading down into a large cellar. The room, which held no windows and a single door which was locked with four guards stationed outside and one in, the temperature seemed to be colder than outside even with the number of bodies hidden within. Grace sat beside me, her leg bouncing up and down while her face held concern, this was the first time I was seeing her in this state and not the happy, optimistic and hopeful persona she seems to wear. It was clear now that her mate was out fighting on the frontline, her optimism was gone. Lifting my head up to look around the room at the others, it pained my heart to see the same expression sat on the faces of each person, we were too far under the ground to hear what was happening which was a gift but also a curse… we had no idea what was happening with our loved ones ou
The atmosphere which engulfed me the very moment I woke up, seemed to also cling so tight onto the air outside as we made our way to where the memorial was taking place. A heavy white fog hung above us concealing the blue sky from creeping through, the freezing temperatures adding to how isolating and suppressive this day felt, my eyes remain down on the white stones of the walkway giving myself the pep talk I needed to put my own feelings to the side whenever I’m in front of the others. As we walked into the main area of the pack, right in front of the pack house, everyone seemed to be dressed in their best and most formal black clothing, those delicate glass roses in most of their hands but what did sit on all of our faces… sorrow. None of these men deserved to die in the way they did, but with the man who killed them, I know that’s his favourite type of death. Many chairs rested on the driveway in front of the largest photos of each man that was killed, beaming smiles on their fa
Sitting on the countertop of my parent's kitchen, a large serving plate from their party last night in one hand and a dishcloth in the other drying it, I watch my older brother belt out his favourite song by the sink. He wasn’t the greatest of singers on the planet, but he didn’t seem to care as he busted a move, a few bubbles from whatever he was washing moving across the room and hitting me in the face as he took a dance break. “We’re meant to be washing the dishes, not the kitchen floor.” I laughed wiping down the last of the serving plate and placing it with the pile of others beside me, Conrad soon tutting at me playfully, shaking his head. “Oh, come on Squeak, you know you love my dance moves.” He laughed even dropping the dishes back in the sink and doing a quick turn to show off, throwing my head back in laughter watching him, he walked to stand in front of me with a genuine smile on his lips. “It’s so good to see you finally, laughing again… it’s been a long time.” Conrad
The breakfast Dominic and I shared was the quietest one yet, my mind which was once laughing and joking with Dominic as we walked into the pack house was gone, in its place, that same sadness and loss I’ve felt since Conrad died. I didn’t eat much either and what I did, Dominic fed to me with my own fork watching how distant my eyes seemed. But what also seemed to linger in my chest was guilt, my family hadn’t seen or heard from me in weeks, I know how worried sick they’ll be not only because they hadn’t seen me but with the manner I was taken. Their house was covered in glass, one of the doors kicked through and with what I’d seen the day prior, I know they’ll all think I’d been killed! I just wanted to let them know I was okay, yes, I wouldn’t be able to explain everything but just enough for them to know I was safe. With this guilt and sadness in my gut, as I’m pulled into Dominic’s pack house office, I think with all that was happening with my mind, Dominic wanted me close so, I
After finally, getting out of bed and away from Dominic and all he wanted to do there, I’m able to jump into the shower and change into one of the many outfits that were hidden within my own walk in closest. Apparently, after I’d told Grace my sizes when I first arrived here, Dominic had her order as many clothes as she could and they were brought here. I wondered where they were getting clothes from this entire time and it’s been right here! We spent the first half of the morning walking around Dominic’s gigantic home, each room and hallway so elegant and slick, I was shocked it even existed. The theme of the house as like his bedroom was dark, marble floors under our feet as we walked the hallways, dim lights added to the dark atmosphere while what appeared to be a church like window stood at the top of his large staircase right at the front of the house, this allowed a stream of natural light through, such a feature I appreciated or you’d be suffocating in the darkness. He also h
As like what happened in that building yesterday, the moment my eyes rested upon this mysterious man’s beautiful eyes, it was as though the entire world around us faded away. All I could focus on was this man and the way his entire aura seemed to draw me so close to him, I felt as though I was drow
I didn’t manage to get even the tiniest hint of sleep after meeting with the police officer, not only due to the deep fear which pulsed my body or the graphic images of that very building presenting right in my face whenever I would close my eyes but it was as though my body felt a shift in a air.
My body jolting from panic wakes me from my sleep suddenly, my eyes snapping open, my body dripping with sweat and my breathing fast, I look around my surroundings frantically and soon realise, I was laying in the spare bedroom of my parents house, a room which used to be mine when I lived here.Pl
The way my body seemed to move across the old wooden flooring of this building, it was as though I was floating in a sense, engulfed with that same intoxicating, almost suffocating smell that anything around me seemed to fade away.Due to my tunnel vision, I had neglected to take a glance at any of







