![]() The others ranged from them being injured. Had they been taken like the other missing wolves? That was the worst thought. I’d thought of a million scenarios in my head. “They aren’t here,” I said frantically, waking Bianca from her light sleep. I had chewed the flesh on the inside of my cheek near ragged, and every muscle in my body was tight and aching. When Saturday passed and the clock struck midnight on Sunday, signaling the end of the weekend and start of the week, I panicked. With all the phantom voices in my head, having yet another person trying to tell me things made it near impossible to decipher which thoughts were my own and which belonged to the deranged spirits who followed me everywhere. It was far from the truth, but I needed to be able to think. I’d laughed him off and told him I wanted to be alone. Just promise me you won’t do anything stupid, okay…?” It was a nicer day-not exactly sunny, but not raining either, and it felt better to keep moving. I ran into Elias when I was pacing around the academy. ![]() I was grateful Bianca decided to stay, she managed to keep me somewhat calm when Saturday morning, afternoon, and evening passed without even a trickle of a feeling that they were drawing nearer. ![]() I didn’t think it was very healthy, but then again, I was no expert about finding the best ways to deal with grief and pain. I supposed that was how they were dealing with everything. And had invited her brothers to visit her at the academy instead.īut they’d said no. She said she’d asked to go again next week. Since we knew now that it was against the rules for Granger to allow Bianca to go home without a proper chaperone, she didn’t want to push it. Where were they?īianca was staying back this weekend. There was no way it wasn’t taking a major toll on them, too. It was the officially the longest I’d ever gone without seeing them, and it was taking a massive toll on me. I awoke, groggy, with eyes that felt as though they were sealed shut with a seam of glue-weaker than I had been in weeks. I supposed I wasn’t the only one who appreciated modern convenience… Now, if only she had a revolving sushi bar, and a soda vending fridge, I’d be one happy Harper. The novelty wore off just days after I arrived, and even though we were expected to use the things in class, I had a secret stash of ball-point pens from Granger’s office that I used for all my note-taking. I re-opened my Land Studies text and pulled a stack of parchment I had cut into squares from my nightstand.Īs much as I appreciated their respect for tradition at Arcane Arts Academy, I hated having to work with parchment, and quill, and ink. I went back to the window and drew a simple warming sigil over my mug of hour-old tea to re-heat it, and took a sip of the herbal blend that was supposed to help keep me awake, but it was bitter and served only to make me pucker with each sip. No one wanted to be related to a psychopath-or in my case, many psychopaths, but that was hardly my fault. It may take some time, but they would accept it. After what Cal confessed to me in the woods-how he was attracted to me, I was starting to feel more confident that they’d understand. It was time to tell them about my heritage. And I realized, I didn’t want there to be any more secrets between us. Soon, they’d be able to come clean to their pack and their alpha about me. There were so many things the witch familiar bond could be used for other than the sharing of strength and power… would we ever have the chance to grow our bonds? ![]() It just made more questions, and I already had enough of those to find answers to right now.Ĭompletely unable to focus, I settled in to wait, thinking that maybe if I focused enough, I could call Cal and Adrian to me. I slammed the journal closed and shoved it and the photograph back where they were. ![]() If I could communicate with the other spirits linked to me through blood, why not him? Why not Cyprian himself? I’d know if I heard his voice, wouldn’t I? He’d be the most terrifying of all. ![]()
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