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Sophia The smell of breakfast woke me from the best sleep I've had all week. I remember Oliver coming home while I was waiting for him and carrying me up the stairs, but that's all I remember. I'm happy he's here, and I hope he wants to talk to me. I tried to stay up all night, but sleep overtook me in a few hours, and there was no getting past it. I throw on an old jumper I find rummaging in the cupboard and head downstairs. Nerves fly around in my stomach, mostly wanting to see Oliver but also for not knowing how he would react. I hit the bottom of the stairs, and it's the perfect sight. He's standing in the kitchen now, flipping something on the stove with his back to me like he's in his own world. I pause, not wanting to interrupt. I can only imagine the things he's been thinking all night. "Morning," he says, not turning, completely startling me. It shouldn't have, but I thought we were both in our own little world. I guess I should have known better. With his sense of smell
Oliver Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down plays softly on the car radio as we drive through the city, and my fingers instantly tap away at the familiar tune. Sophia sits next to me, looking around at the city in awe. I keep kicking myself that I just left her in an unknown area in an unknown city. I feel so stupid that we just couldn’t talk things out like we did this morning. But more than anything, I am grateful that she wants to try despite what has happened. You can see the changes between the territories as we drive through the city. Brent still gives me daily updates on Liverpool, but right now, I’m so pissed off at David that I just don’t want anything to do with any of them. I can’t take my anger out on my pack or my cousin, and I know I will have to introduce them to Sophia, but I’m at the point where I want to relinquish my title altogether. Sophia is completely amazed at the city we drive through. I remember from before that she loved the water, and I have the perfect plan formi
Oliver I shudder as the freezing cold water from the shower slides against my skin, jerking my entire body to life in one swift motion. I need a good kickstart these days, something to keep the adrenaline going because coffee and alcohol just don’t do it anymore. I’m wide awake till well past midnight and up at a ridiculous hour in the morning.My mind won’t stop spinning, won’t stop going through the what ifs … what if it happens again? The memories make it harder for me to sleep. Ashleigh lies there in a pool of her blood as Zander tries everything he can to help her. The snarls, sounds of ripping flesh, and the screams of the students when the rogues stormed the school still echo in my mind. Ace keeps reminding me we were lucky, that Ash survived because she is mated and Zander was able to share some of his strength. Butwhat happens if it happens again? Ashley, Daniel, and Eric were all in really bad shape. If they hadn’t gotten them to the hospital in time, the wolfsbane a
Oliver I rub my temples as we walk out of the meeting. So useless. I don’t understand why we need to keep meeting if they aren’t going to tell us anything. Zander nearly lost his shit again, as usual. It was probably a good thing that Ash stayed to calm him down. It was amusing seeing them all squirm in their seats as he radiated power. “Why don’t we take up the offer of the witches?” Ash whispers. Although it probably wasn’t worth whispering, everyone around us would have been able to hear us talking while walking past. The three of us were huddled around at the top of the stairs of the building. One of our scouts finally found the witches' recent hideout last week; they won’t stay there long, so we need to make a decision quickly if we are to contact them. I grow uneasy at the mention of them. Something just doesn't sit right with me. I have dealt with them before, and what we are asking, could cost us greatly. We have to be careful about what we agree on, and I worry about w
Sophia “Run, little girl, run, because once we catch you, we aren’t letting go,” he snarls, his hot breath on my face, his eyes pure gold with a crazy look of rage and anger. The second wolf to his side has already transformed back into a muddy grey, landing on all fours as the forest around me disappears into a blur. My legs have already turned around and led me sprinting into the forest toward our border.One slip-up and I lost track of where I was going. I knew I shouldn’t have wandered off without Sam. The precious herbs and fruits I was carrying were left back where I was tackled down, my collection now spoiled and ruined as it toppled out of the basket when they struck me.I fought as much as I could, remembering all the training our Beta showed me, angering one of them by slicing his foot open with the little silver dagger I always carry. His eyes said it all, he wasn’t letting me go when they caught me. I sprint through the forest trying to remember where to go, through the
*Oliver* We sat in the car in front of an old bar, the LED sign flickering through the afternoon sun, trying to shine bright and show everyone it was open for business. It was about five in the afternoon. The sun had slowly started to set with daylight savings now in place. By 6:30 pm it will be pitch black. Zander had to do a lot of convincing to be ‘allowed’ to come here tonight. I doubt he will do anything stupid, but given their history with this girl, I can see why Ash wasn’t as open-minded as she usually would have been. It only took him and his team a few days to track down the last location of Grace and where she stayed. The not-so-smart girl paid in cash but still used her name in the bookings for some places, and the crappy hotel across the road was one of them. Zander sits in the passenger seat, frowning at the place before us. “You're all good. You have a constipated look about you,” I chuckle, raising an eyebrow in question. He turns to scowl at me, “Shut up,” he m
Oliver “What the hell happened,” I hear a feminine whisper. I feel something cold and wet on my forehead making me want to reach up and pull it away. My body is so heavy and numb as I try to recall what happened. The only thing I remember is losing control of Ace and everything turning black. My throat is sore and my eyes are heavy as I try to open them. I flinch at the movement of my hand, trying to lift it up. My entire body aches as though I’ve been hit by a bus and broken every bone in my body. I groan as I roll my head over with the foul scent of anesthetic hitting me making me want to gag. I’ve alway hated the smell of hospitals. Shit, why am I in a hospital? I try once more to open my eyes, my vision blurry, and the blinding white light pulsing above me. My brain scrambles and tries to make sense of everything. The scent of fresh water hits me. As I turn my head I see Ashleigh is sitting on a chair next to me, tears streaming down her face. Zander stands over her hold
Oliver My mind races as I follow my father to his office. I slump into one of the chairs opposite his desk. It feels like I haven’t been here in ages. I look around the familiar room … he hasn’t changed anything. It’s old and still smells of dust and an odd orange-smokey scent, reminding me of the headmaster's office at school. On one wall are olive green filing cabinets with a few photos of our family and my grandfathers above it. Across from it against the other wall is an old wooden bookshelf. In the middle of the room is his massive desk with a computer and an old reading lamp with a cream-platted lampshade and a frayed cord dangling underneath. The seat behind the desk matches the dark brown padded leather of the one I am sitting on. I used to hate these chairs, but considering they are offering support for my sore body, I don’t say anything as I sit staring at the man I call father. I wonder what answers he will come up with to my questions. What excuses he could possibly