Her eyes had glazed over and turned black…again. This time I caught the change when the darkness was fading out. I knew that her heritage was mixed between the dark and the light but this rapid change sent a shiver down my spine. I didn't fear for myself, I feared for her. Was she fighting with something dark and dangerous within herself? On our first encounter, her eyes had become the epitome of darkness. Her magic had become dark and then she sent those hellhounds back to where they came from. When she fainted I felt so useless and terrified and then she went into a coma for five months. I lost it. Most nights I could not remember and everyday I was by her side. I had created fantasies of what our first encounter would be like. I would by her side, smiling gently down at her, whisper that she would be alright and that she was safe. I wasn't even there when she woke and when I tried to reassure her, she tried to stab me with a pair of scissors. She was so mad that

It was a beautiful day. It turns out that sneaking around with your soulmate was more fun than a traditional sense of a relationship, not that we were in a relationship. We were taking things slow…outside of the…very heated kisses and messing around in quiet corners. I was starting to figure out why most couples cheat or sneak around with each other. Hold, what was I saying!? Everyone of those cheating couples always got caught. It was inevitable. The pep in my step faltered and the smile on my face fell to the floor. Ugh, why couldn't I get a break! Why couldn't I live my life how I wanted to live it? It was mine! I could screw it up if I wanted to. I sighed as I sat at my usual table with Medaline and Phoebe. Medaline was flipping through a book with such dedication and focus that I had never seen her give to anything other than drama, gossip and destroying arrogant people's lives. Last week she made a guy cry, for yelling at his girlfriend. "Hey, are you okay," Phoebe asked

I checked my phone for the fifth time since I had stepped into the library. I sighed, walking towards one of the bookshelf. I trailer my fingers along the spines of the books, choosing one at random. It didn't really matter though I had no plans of reading it. Where was she? "Fancy seeing you here," a familiar voice said smugly. I chose to ignore the voice and walked towards one of the tables. I opened the book to a random page and placed my phone beside it. I focused my gaze on the doors leading into the library. A few seconds later a figure sat a few seats away from me on top of the desk. "Who are you waiting for," Parys said teasingly. I continued to ignore him. "Haha, you know the wolves are throwing a party in the woods. After what happened last year they are officially banned from celebrating on the day of the full moon," he casually stated. The werewolves had chosen to celebrate the moon, the only way they were thought: sta

I could feel the flame at my back rising up into an endless fire. They couldn't hear me and I was running out of time. In a few seconds the hell hounds would have broken through the portal and they would be dead before they could defend themselves. "Why are you doing this to me?" I yelled into the void. My eyes burned as I forced myself not to cry. I was helpless to protect or even to warn everyone of the danger that was approaching. Xerxes hummed in a thoughtful way, he didn't respond right away. He let the tension hung in the air until he finally said, "because you are weak…just like him." Just like who? Something stirred within me and it wasn't curiousity, it was anger. I was not weak! I despised being referred to as such. I admit that I used to be weak, when I allowed others to walk over me and bully me. I made myself small once upon a time but that story had ended when I had everything that I ever loved taken from me. 'I will show you weak,' the words

"Cassian," I called out in a shaky and hesitant voice. For a second I forgot where I was. My mind went blank and my knees touched the ground, I didn't care that the rocks jabbed at my skin. I couldn't feel him. "Cassian," I called out meekly, slowly wrapping my arms around my chest as it began to feel hollow. I felt empty. A tear fell onto the dry land. I couldn't feel him. I can't feel him. My heart was pounding in my chest. My soul felt as if it was being ripped to pieces. Everything was in pain but I couldn't tell what organ within my body was injured. I gasped struggling to breathe. I couldn't feel him. Why couldn't I feel him? 'Cassian,' I felt my hope slowly leaving me. Why wasn't he answering? He had to answer me. "Cassian!" I yelled with all the energy, will and hope left in my body. I squeezed my eyes shut as I awaited his response but there was just silence. For the first time in my life, I dreaded the thing that I had once found ple