Lahat ng Kabanata ng Awakening the White Wolf: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Kiara's POV The taste of him still clung to my lips, heady and intoxicating, even though he'd pulled back a little over a while ago. My lips tingled, in a good way, and the fact that I could taste the whisky and mint from his lips, made my stomach churn. My chest was rising and falling too fast, and I didn't miss the goosebumps that were slowly crawling up my skin. My insides burned, but in a good way. The flames weren't harsh, but the fact that only one thing could only quench it had a moan bubbling at the base of my throat. Tingles circled around me, tand my knees, they weren’t doing their job anymore. Darius’s eyes searched mine, sharp but soft at the edges, like he wasn’t sure what he’d just started.“You okay?” His voice was low, and laced with something darker. He didn't speak immediately. Instead, he allowed himself a couple more seconds to really look at me, like a part of him had an inkling what the hell was wrong with me. “You look…..”He trailed off and I swallowed, my

Kiara’s POV I couldn't believe my ears, or my eyes either. I knew people always said that all it took was a second for a situation to turn entirely upside down, but I never took it literally until now. My mind blanked out, and no matter how hard I tried to figure things out, it just didn't work out. I couldn't believe how a chill morning could just morph into something entirely different in just the blink of an eye. One minute we were all enjoying a fairly quiet atmosphere, and the next, we had a potential killer just waiting outside for me. Another sound cut through my thoughts,, pulling me back to this present. It was heavier this time, louder too , and close enough that it rattled the thin wooden door. For a quick second, I honestly thought I'd lost the ability to come up with reactions, until Hazel froze mid breath, her hand still curled around the knife handle. I didn't even realize she'd picked up a kitchen knife in the first place. Another sound reached our ears, my ear

Darius' POV The room had been deadly quiet for a while now, and even though I tried to pretend, I couldn't shake off the fact that I had a hand in it. In fact, you could say the entire thing originated from none other than me. Did I regret it? Maybe. Was it digging into every part of my being more than I liked to admit? Probably. Was I going to tell Kiara any of this? Hell no. A small sigh slid past my lips, and I wouldn't be exaggerating when I said that it to be the one hundredth one in the span of some minutes. Thirty, at most. It had been a little while since Kiara walked out on me. The silence she left behind gnawed at me more than I wanted to admit. I’d told myself that ignoring her was the right thing to do, the only way to keep the distance that was necessary, but the truth couldn't be more farther than that. Each second without her felt like a blade twisting in my chest, and the guilt only sharpened the edge.For the umpteenth time since she left, I'd left my spot o

Darius' POV I couldn't believe my ears. No, scratch that, I didn't want to. No matter how many times the words continued to echo in my head and all around me, I just wanted it to be false. I blinked back rapidly, but the scene in front of me wasn't changing. Rhian still stood there, his gaze solely on mine. Our eyes were locked for the most of the time, and even though he tried to put on a facade that he was brave, I knew better. I could see the crack underneath the mask of bravery he was putting on. He was scared, but that wasn't enough for me. If what he'd just said right now was true, then it wasn't enough. I wanted him to be terrified, to be petrified to the point where he would be close to shitting his pants. “Rhian.” I called. My voice was dangerously low, and it scared me, because records had shown that I was the most ruthless when I was calm. “What did you just say?” “You heard me, Darius.” He let out slowly. “Kael isn't at fault. I am.”“What?” I snapped, my head whip

Darius' POV The healer’s words hung in the air like a death sentence, and the longer the silence stretched, the louder the pounding in my head became.Poison. Kiara was poisoned. I honestly hadn't thought much about it until now. Apparently, all it has taken for me to defy common logic, was the sight of Kiara sprawled on the bed, jerking like a million and bolts were going through her body. Seeing her pale and her breath catching had done something to me, something I thought I could never experience again, but I couldn't be more wrong. I snapped out of the many thoughts in my head, before pulling myself back to the present. Unlike earlier, it wasn't just me and the healer anymore. Hazel had burst in a little over a while ago, and the only reason why I permitted her to stay, was because she was Kiara's friend, and for some strange reason, Kiara's breathing seemed to regulate the moment she stepped in. The healer on the other hand, wasn't exactly safe. Every instinct screamed a