Raul made a sound on the table with his two middle fingers, his head remaining bowed, even when he heard the door of his office open and shut behind him. He already knew who it was, by scent. “Are they all gone?” Roland sighed, settling down on one of the seats facing the big mahogany table. “Yes. They have all left, down to the last one of them. Alpha Jackson had tried to cause a ruckus, by trying to convince Jeremy to go with him, but the lad is set on staying wherever Olivera is.” Raul scoffed. Those two; he was going to separate them. “..although I don’t understand why he is set on the lad following him? We both know that he isn’t going to treat him well.” Roland muttered, more to himself, then as if speaking with Raul. “Well, that is because of Jeremy’s strength. He will probably keep the boy as a pack warrior to boost his ranks. All things being equal, the lad should have been the alpha of the pack. His parents had been killed when he was still a teen, and so the uncle had
Olivera controlled her lips from spewing curses both at Raul, and Azeera. Had they planned this feast for to feast her eyes on? Roland had mentioned clearly that Raul had wanted to see them, so why would he be frolicking with his mistress right at the same time, if he didn't want to taunt her with it? She scoffed, folding her arms across her chest before taking a glance at Jeremy. Her best friend was in the same position with her; an aloof countenance on his face and his arms across his chest. But Roland was an entirely different story. He was shocked. Why? Olivera looked at Raul then. His face was sorely contorted in anger, and he was glaring at her. What had she done now? Was he angry at her for disrupting his love session? Then he shouldn't have sent for her! The idiot! She turned to leave, but Raul’s voice stopped her on her tracks. “Where are you going, Olivera? Did I send you away? Azeera leave, you know where t wait for me.” Olivera clamped her teeth so hard that she was
Olivera’s cheek colored in embarrassment as she heard Raul’s drawled words in her mind. She was more than grateful that he wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were rather on his blood trickling down into the cup. First thing when she got to the confines of her room, would be to ask Vee for help in blocking her thoughts from Raul. “Who is Vee?” Olivera clenched her teeth. “Get out of my head! Can't you observe the rule of privacy?” There was no answer to that. She sighed in relief when she felt his presence no more. At least he had respected her decision. “Okay, it is ready.” Raul gave the cup to Jeremy first. And after he chanted the ritual words of acceptance into the pack, Jeremy took a little more than a sip from the cup, before handing the cup to Olivera. Olivera hesitated, the cup feeling heavy in her hands by each passing moment. “Take the drink, Olivera, so that I can chant the remaining words, which would begin the transition.” Olivera heard Raul’s words, but her mind w
Olivera woke with a pounding headache, which dissipated when she felt a hand ruffle her hair. She sighed in satisfaction, keeping her eyes closed, shifting her head and body the more towards the source of comfort. That moment ceased though, when she perceived the scent of her benefactor. Raul. Instantly, she opened her eyes, and confirming her worst fears, shoved him out of her side with her whole strength, unperturbed when he landed his buttocks on the floor. She had pushed him out of his bed. She had realized with a sudden jerk. She knew this because after the push, she had taken in the royal colors of the room, and the hanging canopy over the bed. “What am I doing here?” She looked beneath the covers. Her clothes were still intact. Thank the goddess. But where was Jeremy? She thought, ransacking her mind for what had happened, her mouth dropping open in amazement when she remembered that she had fainted from the pain of transition. Was her body that frail? And if she had fai
Olivera angrily tried to slither out of Raul’s hold but all her efforts were futile. The man was like a boulder rock that refused to be moved, and when she met his gaze with undisguised annoyance, he was staring at her with an intensity that made her toes curl, and her heart to begin to beat out of rhythm. She swallowed nothing and looked elsewhere. Damn them both. She wasn’t up for these games. “Okay, I have heard you. I will stay in the room. Now, can you let me go to my room? My head is still playing around, and I think I am still sleepy. I am curious though. Why do you want me back in the opposing room? I thought I was banished from that area.” Her words were strained, the best she could manage in his hold. A sigh of relief escaped her mouth when Raul backed away from her, a relief that wasn’t shortened either by his grunt at her disapproval of his presence, or by the looks that he was bestowing her with. Now what? “Yeah, I thought so too, until I had felt your presence there
Raul swore when Olivera left his room, before finding home in his bed, his arms across his chest, as he began to wonder what to do with the situation that he had gotten himself into. Fight or flee. He wondered while shutting down the area of his mind which haunted him about the killings in his territory. After some minutes of making some debate and deductions which really weren't going anywhere, he tried communicating to Olivera through the mind path. He had forgotten to ask her how she had managed to learn the mind communication and barricading without a wolf. Of course she would ignore him again. No harm in trying though, is there? “Are you still awake?” He heard the thrumming of aliveness, and knew that she was awake-her mind defenses were still up and strong as ever. But she gave him no answer. She paid his question no heed, just as he had thought. Sighing wearingly, he let it go. There was enough time to play games with her. Right now, he should focus on the dire matter at
Olivera was dreaming. A woman’s despairing cry echoed in Olivera’s soul, tearing at her, reprimanding her, drawing her back from the edge of a great precipice. And she was starving. Every cell in her body craved food and something else, something she couldn’t lay her finger on. She was somewhere underground. The hunger raked at her with merciless claws until a red haze covered her sight and her pulse hammered with the need for immediate sustenance. Desperate, she scanned the area above her resting place for the presence of enemies and, finding none, burst through the rich layers of soil, into the air, her heart thundering in her ears, her mind screaming. She landed in a crouch in the midst of dense shrubbery and thick vegetation, and took a slow, careful look around her, not in the least concerned about how she could jump out from the ground.For a moment, everything was wrong-monkeys shrieking, birds calling out a warning, the cough of a larger predator, even the brush of lizard
Drops of blood leaked like tears, trailing down Olivera’s face to her surprise as she squinted to try to control the sensation of pitching and rolling as she viewed the rainforest. Emotions poured in. She tasted dark fear, something she hadn’t known since she met Jeremy.What was going on? Olivera fought to get on top of the strange tumbling of jumbled thoughts in her mind. She pushed hard to clear away the debris and focus on what she knew of her past. Fire burned through her insides, spreading rapidly as something like poison worked its way through her system. Blood ran in rivers and light faded quickly. She heard voices calling, chanting, and felt someone reaching for her to try to hold her to earth. She found herself in a shadowy realm, banshees wailing, shadows flickering and reaching. Skeletons. Dark spiked teeth. Talons. Spiders and cockroaches. Snakes hissing. The skeletons are drawing closer and closer until…She closed her mind to her surroundings, to all shared pathway