"if i
show my
fangs will
you tell
me that
they're cool?"
what is grief, if not love persevering
[book 2 in the Lilac Collins series]
[teen wolf seasons 3a, 3b & 4]
[slow burn🔥 - best friends to lovers ]
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'If you don't move in the next three seconds, I'm gonna kick you in the balls.'
Everything was still dark, my screams were beginning to sound quieter as my throat became more and more scratchy. It was painful, my throat feeling sore until it would heal and then I would scream again. It was a literal representation of my life, a never ending circle of pain. Anybody that heard my cries would have sensed my pain and for the first time in my life, I felt myself depending on somebody else.
I was praying, my mind talking to a god that probably didn't even exist in hopes that a certain alpha would come to our rescue. I could t being myself to be worried about my well-being, the thoughts of my hurt boyfriend being the only thing on my mind. The thought of him hurting was the worst pain imaginable.
Sobs were racking my body, my body convulsing slightly as my muscles began to cramp from being stuck in the same position for too long. The monster had left me alone, he was taunting me. My arms and legs were sprawled out on the ground, small whimpers leaving my lips as I waited for him to return.
And that's what he did. The sickening sound of a snarl alerting me of his presence and the sound of heavy breathing. He looked down at me, my body too weak to look back so he did it himself. His hands gripping my face slightly as he sat me against the wall and I almost gave up until my hand felt warm again.
It was like my energy came back, a deep shaky breath being heard and I could see the evil smirk on the bandaged mans face as he looked at me. My head turned, the face I was willing to see again was back and this time he could see me too.
"Li?" He asked, for a second he thought his mind was playing tricks on him until he saw her state, she was completely worn.
"It's me, it's me." She spoke, her hands lifting to cup her cheeks as the two rested their foreheads in each other before they were so rudely interrupted.
"See, the missing pieces of the puzzle, the very last move to win the game." The deep voice spoke, his none existent eyes seeming to not leave us and our grip on each other only tightened.
"What do you want with us?" Asked the boy, he was asking the same questions I did and I had a strong feeling he would get the same answer.
"Like I told Lilac, I want chaos and I want strife but right now I want to play a game." He spoke, him sitting in front of us as if this was all a joke, his legs crossing over one another so he sat crisscrossed.
"Then will you let us go." Asked the boy but he seemed to already know the answer, he was in our heads and it would be a lot harder to get rid of him the more we fought.
