Louisa’s POV When I went back to the clearing, I saw the big black wolf putting a nest of quail eggs and a chunk of bee hive next to the bonfire. He then tilted his head and looked at me. Sticky honey was dripping from his mouth. I smiled and quickly walked up to him. I tiptoed and wiped the honey on his snout. The sticky substance got on my hands and I smiled. "It’s so slimy." I said. He looked happy and started to lick my hands. "You like honey, don’t you, Finn?" I giggled while his tongue was tickling my palms. He suddenly stopped and looked at me with surprise. His stare was full of passion and sincerity, which made my face burn. I lowered my head and said, "I’ll go wash my hands and make some eggs and compote for breakfast." As I was about to walk away, I found that my sleeve was pulled. I turned back and saw him holding my sleeve in his mouth. "What?" I smiled, "I have to cook breakfast. You can come with me if you want. Catch some fish, maybe. Th
Lucas’ POV "What the fuck did she just say? How dare she flirt with other men like that without my permission?!" I shouted. The fucking wolf didn’t say anything. He just lay on the side of the bonfire and watched the she-wolf running around and making breakfast with that fucking warlock. "What is this? Playing house? What the fuck is wrong with the happy look on your face? You’re supposed to be miserable! Have you become her dog now?" I yelled. "You don’t have to raise your voice. I’m the only one who can hear you right now." my wolf said and his eyes started to get half-closed, "I look happy because I am happy. She has just declared her love for me. So I’m her lover, not her dog. You, on the other hand, will never get her love." "I don’t want her love!" his attitude was really irritating, "I’m going to reject and kill her anyway. I let you out to earn her trust and get her real name. I need some mission status report, right now!" He drew a line on the soil with his pa
Louisa’s POV "We’ve prepared everything. Have you found a flint to start the fire?" I asked Darren. "That won’t be necessary." he replied and snapped his slender fingers. Flame of fire appeared on the tip of his fingers and he used it to light the bonfire. "That’s amazing! How do you do that?" I looked at him with surprise. "We were born with different abilities summon elements in the nature. My brother…" he paused a bit and lowered his head, "When he was alive, he could summon water." "I’m sorry to hear that, Darren." I said, "It’s difficult to lose a family member. "It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have mentioned it." Darren said, throwing some branches and sticks into the fire. "No, I want to learn more about you." I said, "You can tell me everything." Darren put a slate of stone on the fire, putting some flax and water on it. "My brother and I were born in the… brothel." he flicked the fire and watched the flax seeding melting into oil on the slate, "We have never
Louisa’s POV I poured the compote into a bamboo bowl and handed it to Darren. "I’m so sorry to hear that." I said. "Sorry, Lisa." Darren said, "I shouldn’t have mentioned this to you. I have never told this to anyone." "It’s OK. You know, in the past, my stepbrother used to beat me. I felt so wronged and unfair, but I couldn’t fight him, because I’m weak. Sometimes I cried so hard at night that I just couldn’t go to sleep. At that time, Uma would come to me and encourage me to talk about what happened. I found that a problem shared is a problem halved. Sometimes, we just have to let things out instead of disgusting them by ourselves." "I’m sorry for pretending to be Uma. Master wants me to make you happy. He caught a White Walker soldier and asked him to describe Uma to me. I tried my best to become her, but I guess I’m just too useless…" "Don’t say that. You’ve done a great job. I really wish she could be still alive, even if it’s just an illusion. That’s why I didn’t w
Louisa’s POV The walk to the cottage was dreadful. I had never walked to the heart of the forest before. Tree branches trees were getting denser, twisting and covering sunlight and scratching the sky, like they were there at the beginning of time. My old nanny used to tell me bedtime stories, saying that in the deepest part of the forest, where time has no meaning, the incredible waterfall descends endlessly over the rocks. In the distance, the songs, clicks, and whistles of birds give approval to the gentle rain. But the forest where I was walking in reminded me nothing of a tranquilizing scene from a bedtime story. It was completely silent and the silence was slowly eating me alive. Finn was walking next to me. He must have detected my anxiety and used his nose to poke my hand. "Is that normal for a forest to be this silent?" I whispered to Finn. Finn shook his head. He didn't look worried, but he wasn't relaxed, either. I could tell something was wrong. But wi
Louisa's POV We've spent almost a whole morning cleaning up the mess in the cottage. Apparently, Finn had no intention of helping with the chores, so he went out hunting in the forest by himself. As soon as he was gone, Darren asked me nervously, "Did you mention the transfer of the imprint to Master?" I nodded while whisking away the dust on a blanket. "He didn't say anything," I replied. Darren's face darkened immediately. I tried to cheer him up. "Hey, I guess it's a good thing. At least he didn't say no." Darren shook his head and looked disappointed. "Master loves you. If he didn't want to transfer my imprint to you, it means that I would stay as his possession for the rest of my life." I bit my lips. I hated seeing him being demotivated like this, but I couldn't think of anything to prove that Finn would agree to give him to me. So I said, "Darren, you're my friend. I want to see you happy. I promise that I'll ask him again. We'll sort out something." D
Louisa's POV Darren stood up reluctantly and said, "Lisa, you don't have to apologize to me. You've done nothing wrong. It must be so hard to have another being living inside of you, talking to you in your mind like that. Master sometimes gets moody as well because of his wolf. He would beat and torture me for pleasure. I really don't mind. I'm used to it. That's what I was born and trained for. So next time, if you feel bored or angry, or I might say something that you don't like, feel free to punish me. You can do whatever you want to me. It's totally OK. But please don't walk away..." Darren was very reserved and calm whenever he was talking about his traUmatic experience. It felt as if he was talking about somebody else's story. This made me feel so sorry for him. I couldn't help but hug him tightly and cried a river against his bare chest. His skin was warm and smooth. I could feel the shivering of his body. It seemed that he was hot and cold at the same time. I could
Lucas' POV Fuck. I enjoy hunting. It's the forth best thing I enjoy doing in the world, ranking closely next to fucking, drinking and cursing. My wolf is a fucking killing machine. He is able to kill almost any fucking moving thing in this fucking world and whenever I ask him to kill, he has to obey my commands and... "I don't want to kill a rabbit. They taste like paper," my wolf said. "It's a fucking rabbit. That she-wolf might throw it into a stew or something. I don't know. Do what you've been fucking told," I grumbled. "No. I don't like rabbits. I'll look for a boar or something. She needs something fattening." My wolf grunted. That fucking rabbit heard his voice and sneaked away right under his nose. OK. So my wolf is a very critical eater. He sometimes defies me and I can't do anything about it, because what do I know? I'm just a fucking voice blabbing in his head. "What's the deal with that fucking vampire?" I asked him. "Since when did you care about the v