Peace

Danica

My head felt like it was exploding, first the man I've been running from, Knox Hortensius, was mentioned and now this.

Octavian was lying, how can my memories be fake, that meant my whole life was fake.

I gripped my chest tight as I remembered the way my parents had died, the burning sensation of the sun rays digging into my skin, the overwhelming feel of power I felt as the witch transformed me, how can all that be fake, it didn't feel fake.

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The rabbits were giving to her by her parents, Knox didn't give them to her.

But if he did, that meant he could have been using the rabbits to know her whereabouts.

Jesus, that meant she was never safe, he had been watching her the whole time.

She was never really hiding.

It sounded so funny that she didn't notice when she started laughing, with years dropping from her eyes.

She thought everything outside, was trying to get her, not even thinking to look inside.

She didn't feel how her hands were pulling her hair, or how she was screaming while crying.

Octavian would never lie like that, what would he gain by Lyons, her whole had been a lie.

She didn't hear when everyone started shouting, she didn't see Jerome as he stood Infront of her trying to calm her down, everything hurt, her eyes were blurry and her mouth ached as she continued to scream.

She didn't notice the rabbits as they appeared and started hopping around her frantically trying to do anything to calm her down.

And suddenly she felt peace, a song so soothing she forgot all her worries and gave in to the feeling.

HOW DANICA MET OLIVIA

Words couldn't start express what I was feeling. Why me of all people, why me of all shifters, why me of all girls.

I was Jerome's mate-there was no denying the fact.

And I ran away from him, which basically means I rejected him

This was fucking messed up.

I sighed when I saw the cottage.

I got to the entrance and shifted, I pushed open the door and groaned. The crazy Rabbits were here again.

The whole place was scattered. The kitchen was worse. The small brown couch had been ripped apart. And my clothes were all over the floor.

I didn't have the time to waste so I only picked the clothes I'd need.

A short jean skirt and a sport bra, then a blazer jacket. This should

do.

Now what was I going to do about my eyes. I had no intention of buying contact lens, cause if I wanted one I'd have to go to the city. so the only solution I could think of was making sure the color of my eyes does not change when I'm around anyone.

The color of my eye changes when I'm sad, angry, scared, confused, nervous, frightened, hungry. Basically all emotions and feelings.

And the world makes it really hard to stick to one emotion.

I sighed. Life was just getting worse.

I turned around and went out the door. I've lived here for almost four years alone. And everytime I stare at it I still can't believe it's real. This life is really real. I was alone and practically always in danger of being caught.

I walked to the back of the house, I stared at my power bike, I really hoped it had enough fuel to get me back into town.

***

My bike came to a screech as I stared at a body. A body of a girl laying in her own blood. — Or something like that —

Should I drive away or help

Drive or help. God! I'll feel really guilty if I walked away knowing I could have helped.

I came down from the bike and walked towards her.

I crouched and touched her pulse.

She was still alive. I pushed her to lay on her back. She was pretty even in death—or should I say even when she was almost dying covered in her own blood.

I moved her hair from her face and placed the palm of my hand on her forehead. A technique I used in knowing how powerful and what breed of shifter a person was.

I gasped as electricity seemed to zap through my hand, She was powerful, very powerful.

I tried moving my hand but it felt like my hand was glued to her head.

"Elibereaza-ma!!"(release me) I shouted in Roman, Trying to use my powers to free myself.

"Lasa-ma sa plec"!! (Let me go) I screamed.

I gasped as my eyes bled to black and an unnatural force went through my body.

I saw a white furry wolf growling in fury and hopelessness, there was pain in her eyes but mostly hatred. She looked like an animal waiting to die.

the wolf's eyes slowly turned to look at me and began to speak.

** I have been trapped and unable to do my Will. You have been assigned to help and help you shall.

My better half is in a state of unconsciousness. She won't easily die but she has lost a lot of blood. You will take and cater for her and the goddess will reward you accordingly, go and do your bidding***

It felt like I was suddenly splashed with cold water as I regained control and my hands slid away from her forehead.

I took three steps away from her out of instincts, what happened was unnatural, her wolf spoke to me, fucking spoke to me in the spirit! —or something like that—.

Should I heal her? should I use my powers on her?. God what should I do?. What if I helped her and I end up draining myself. What if I get caught using my powers on her. So many thoughts ran through my mind but the voice of the wolf was more demanding.

I sighed and bent down again. I touched her fore head and inhaled. I winced as her pain flowed through me. I tried removing my hand after a few seconds but I couldn't.

God I knew I shouldn't have helped her, her body kept on draining my energy until she drained me dry and I passed out.