Zique stood on the podium, his internal panic killing him and yet externally his face was as blank as a sheet of paper. Shontelle stood in front of him, hands in his and out of all the elders, it was elder Jacob who stood before them both. The cold look on his face was obviously because of disappointment and yet despite that, he was still doing his job. Two packs stood on the ground beneath him, the lights illuminating each member’s face. They all held burning candles in their hands, nothing but an ambience of excitement and anticipation circulating the meeting grounds. And yet all Zique could feel was an augmenting sadness that wouldn’t stop tearing at his heart. Something didn’t feel right, his chest burnt in more ways than one and his wolf was prominently unsettled. Was this another punishment? If so, then why every time the pain decided to increase, it was Kiara that popped up in his head. Perhaps he was just being paranoid, perhaps he was having second thoughts, or perhaps it w

“Kiara I hear him, I can smell him...can you transform?”Kiara looked behind her, almost falling over as she ran. There was so much fear within her now, if he was coming, then she’d never really get to escape because not even Gabe could go against an alpha like him. “I-I don’t know...I’m scared.”“I know...” Gabe’s hand tightened around hers. “I’ll transform, you can sit on my back.”Kiara nodded, her free hand swiping across her cheek to get rid of the wetness. “Okay.”She skidded to a stop behind Gabe, her bright, blue eyes watching as he crouched down, starting his transformation. His bones cracked so loud in the silence and even in the dark, Kiara could see as fur took over his skin; grey fur, both light and dark. He crouch low, low enough for her to get on and Kiara didn’t hesitate to do so. Her trembling hands barely managed to wrap around his neck, her legs latching onto his sides and only then did Gabe take off, racing with the breeze. She felt like he was more anxious than

Kiara was led back down the same path she thought she’d never be able to walk again. She felt weak, weaker than she’d ever been and not just physically, mentally as well. She felt drain, felt like a living zombie or rather a puppet. Nothing she did was ever her choice, she was always being controlled. ‘You’ll stay here and if one day you decide you want to leave, you’ll be dead before you cross the border.’ ‘’It’s not about what you want, whether you want it or not, we shall conceive a child.’ She never had a choice in matters that concerned her life, she had a mouth, but it seems she didn’t have a voice. Now it was the same, she had begged not to go back, but it seems Zique couldn’t hear her. He had always been deaf to her words and blind to her pain. The only person he really listened to was himself and he cared not about who the decisions he selflessly makes hurt. Cruel, he found himself a new mate and expects her to stay with him in the same house they had established their re

Kiara buttoned the top of her dress, taking a seat in her old room. She didn’t miss this place, all she had missed while being in prison was Zique’s bedroom and his arms. However, now she dreaded going near that awfully familiar room. It withheld too much of the past, memories of them were engraved against the walls, on the bed and even on the floor, memories she did not want to remember. She hated them, every snippet of the past, he had used her in more ways than one. He played with her mind, her body and her heart and he expected her to happily smile when he hugged her and not cringed when he apologize repeatedly or utter to her words of worry. If he had been worried about her, he wouldn’t have considered a rejection and he wouldn’t have announced a mating ceremony that did not in anyway include her. Why was she even here? Why was he not with that red haired girl? It was her that he wanted from the very beginning, he had sex with her while Kiara was patiently waiting for him at h

Kiara pulled her hand from against his chest, his heart was beating as fast as hers and somehow the pace had her thinking that maybe he really wasn’t lying this time. That look in his teary eyes and the vulnerable expression on his face...she couldn’t do it, she couldn’t just tell him she wouldn’t forgive him after he practically begged her not to...Time...he said he needed time, but how much of it?Kiara didn’t know what to do, how to feel...he was going into depth about his past now, about his feelings, it was almost impossible for her not to pity him, for her not to think of believing him, but should she?Kiara shook her head. She knew she shouldn’t, believing Zique always ended with a heartache. She had cried so many times because of him, everything between them had always led to chaos, so why?Why reignite with the pain and the suffering all because of something as useless as love. It wasn’t a lie he said, but that contradicted against his previous words.‘I guess my white lies