I apologize for the lack of updates! I am sick so it's been struggle to find the energy to write. I am hopeful I can get another chapter up tomorrow and hit the regular schedule soon.
*Gemini*I can’t bring myself to look at Rocky any longer as I take a step away from him, a frown tugging at my lips. I can feel his eyes, the way he wants to say something, but I know he won’t say what I want to hear. There is no point in waiting around for him to make a promise he doesn’t owe me.What good does it do to cling to a man who repeatedly tells me and everyone around me that I am nothing but a tool to him? He may want friendship, but he is like everyone else. I am of use to him and when I cease to be, he will disappear from my life.“How far away are we from this meeting?” Violet asks behind me as I trudge forward, alone. Not that it matters that no one else is following along. I’m not incredibly speedy at the moment, so they will catch me in a few steps. “A day and a half, at least. Two days at most.” Ames answers and I can nearly feel the icy demeanor I know she is sporting talking to him. “Great. So for that entire time, direct all conversation to anyone but me.” She
*Rocky*Well, I think it’s fair to say Gemini hates me. One whole day of traveling and one night of sleep and only once has she looked in my direction when I speak. It’s for the best, I know that. But every fiber of my being screams for me to stop making things worse and yet each chance I get, I dig that knife deeper. Hurt her more to save her. How fucking noble of me. I should be asking questions of Ames and Violet, paying attention to details around me, but all I can do is overthink everything she does. A small stutter in her steps has me flying to her side to check on her. Every scowl makes me want to annoy her until she smiles. Every time I’m within arm’s reach, I have to have a gentle brush of a hand on her back or arm for a second. It’s pathetic but I’m happy eating these scraps, knowing she can live to see another day. ‘Happy’ might not be the right word. Content, maybe? Fuck. I hate being me more and more every damn day. “Why do you look like you want to kill someone?” Jud
I blink at the dead body twenty feet away, my mouth open and heart pounding. I made an agreement with him and Rocky just…he killed him. A simple twist of Rocky’s arm and the life dissipated from Alders’ eyes, leaving nothing but an empty shell of a young man. I mean, yeah, I hated the asshole for what he did, but my healer’s heart aches at the loss. Life is precious, worth trying to save when I can. Especially when they are so young. He was just barely of age, and yet…he met his end.My anger simmers, slowly boiling over as I glance up and focus on Rocky, who is staring right at Jude, ignoring me. It’s obvious they are having some conflict, but I couldn’t care less. I made a promise to someone, and Rocky didn’t care. He just stands there acting like he didn’t just end someone’s life. “You killed him,” I say in disbelief. “You just…killed him. Without blinking or caring…”“It’s not what you think it is.” He murmurs to Jude, who scoffs and throws his hands up in the sky in anger.“Oh
*Rocky*Blossom stands next to the edge of a small lake, skipping rocks as the sun makes its way lower in the sky. Pink and purple line the clouds painting a beautiful landscape that many would consider romantic. If the person they were watching it with wasn’t actively ignoring them and shooting death glares, that is.“Are you going to ignore me forever?” I ask her with a sigh. I’m surprised she hasn’t popped up and left me alone where we sit when I sauntered over and sat next to her. She sighs heavily, her eyes forward as she watches Blossom, who occasionally cheers when she gets a rock to go more than two skips.“Who says I’m ignoring you?” She says with a furrowed brow, but I can tell she is trying not to scowl.“Anyone with eyes.” I say with a grin. She turns her head and rolls her eyes at me. “I just needed some space. It’s not everyday you think you love a monster.” She says a hint of malice in her words that hits me harder than it should.Of course, she is still upset. She ha
“Holy fucking shit!” someone screams, all of them stumbling back on their asses trying to put distance between us.“He warned you!” Blossom shouts and Gemini yanks her back by her hand tugging her close.“Shhh, don’t egg them on,” she hisses at the young kid.“What? He did warn them, though.” Blossom protests.I take a threatening step toward the men all scrambling in the mud on their naked asses, their one ring leader looking the most concerned. “Shit, we are sorry,” He rushes out. “We were just messing around. We weren’t going to do anything, I swear.” But my lycan doesn’t care to hear his excuses. We all know he is lying to save himself. Given the chance, he and his group would have done exactly what they promised. The only problem is they didn’t foresee how low in the food chain they are compared to me. “Mine,” I say, my lycan voice a growly grunt, a sneer on my curled lips. Gemini’s hand rests on my black furry elbow and my lycan responds to her, looking at her with such inten
*Gemini*“Gem, I’m so tired,” Blossom pants, her legs stumbling along as I drag her with me by her hand. Sweat glitters along her brow as she sucks in air. “Please, can we stop?”I slow down, my eyes scanning the area, my hair slicked to my face. I nod to her, swallowing the dry lump in my throat. What I want to do is sit down and cry.I am so sick of death and pain, so tired of everything being so violent and fragile. But I can’t, not yet. Not until I am alone and no one, especially not Blossom, can see me fall apart. “Shit.” I mutter, knowing we really shouldn’t stop. But the more I look at her, the more I realize we have no choice. I sure as shit can’t carry her. “Okay, okay, we can stop for just a minute.” I whisper, pulling her to me as I slump with my back to an enormous tree trunk, holding her close to me. “Do you think Rocky is okay?” She whispers. “He is coming for us, right?” My head falls back onto the rough back of the tree, my eyes wandering up to the dark leaves a so
My body jostles, my consciousness waning as I try to force myself out of my body. Away from the reality of the physical torture I will be experiencing, may already be experiencing. Tears form in my closed eyes, a bodily response to the horrors I will have to block out until he is ready to kill me. “Please,” I rasp out, trying to fight off the darkness again, searching for that consciousness. “Stop. I’m begging please.”I can feel his hands move down my body, tracing my sides as bile grows thick in my throat until it forces its way up. It spills from my lips, stinging my throat, and the bitter taste taking over. Then it suddenly stops. My body is lighter, freer and my lungs suck in air easier, the feeling of filth removed from my back. A shrill scream fades in and out of my hearing, my vision blurry as I blink, my face pressed against the dirt.My body screams, my head feeling like it is under the wheel of an eighteen wheeler truck. Then the screaming grows louder, like a ringing in
“Eleven!” Luna Amy says with a plastered smile, her eyes skirting over the crowd of us below them. I glance down at the small paper in my hand. My breathing turns ragged and the air around me thin as I place my hand over my erratically beating heart. My clammy hand clutches the paper in my palm, afraid to let it go, afraid to lose it and the freedom that comes along with it. I have been selected. My number drawn and now–finally, I am to be offered to the Lycan King. The virgin who will keep this shit hole safe for one more year, but I have no intention of actually meeting the monster Lycan King who lurks beyond our walls. No, I plan to get outside and run my ass off to find Jude, my little brother, who these assholes exiled for his gentle heart and shifting too young. He was a curse, they said, a bad omen, so they beat him and sent him to his death while I they made to watch. No amount of pleading would save him and with zero control over my gift of healing, I was never strong e