For the Taking ✅

16 • Freeze

Seraphina POV

Philip had hung up the phone leaving me in utter dismay. No amount of rubbing my eyes to dry up the tears would swipe away the evidence of my crying. No amount of deep breathing would alleviate the suffocating nausea that bubbled in my gut.

So when Ivy came back into the barn she knew instantly, something was off. It was written in every line of my forehead, the way my lips dipped in the corners fighting back a sob, and the glistening pools in my eyes.

I had to think of something to explain my sadness but my face was virtually blank, an empty void of nothing but panic.

Ivy rushed over to me her eyes flicking about the room on high alert. "What's wrong Phinny?" My bottom lip wobbled as an echo of my mother whimper sounded in my head.

"Phinny." She shook my shoulders snapping me out of my head.

Sniffling I pulled away fixing my scarf in an attempt to seem fine. I was far from fine and she knew it, but it didn't stop me from trying to conceal it.

"I'm fine, I just got off the phone with my mom." I explained, she remained unconvinced. "We got a little carried away talking and I miss her. I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. You know?"

I forced an endearing smile. Ivy gave me a once over before taking a few moments to scan over my face.

"Yea, of course." She replied slowly. Ivy narrowed her eyes still not fully believing my answer. She could probably smell the fear coming off of me but I was relieved she turned away and waved at me to follow.

A sigh of relief left my mouth as I willed myself to keep a leveled head. There was no sense in losing my wits, it wasn't going to change anything and if at all it'll only make everything more complicated. I had to talk to Osiris.

The thought alone made me grimace. Our last conversation didn't go very well though I had been able to get my way. He was still a loss canon, someone that I was unable to easily read and I was good at picking up on people's emotions and intent. It was something I had to program in myself living amongst wolves that despised me.

Osiris was like a ball in a pinball machine constant back and forth, unreadable trajectory that left me guessing. He left me guessing his intentions, his kindness, and just about everything else.

It didn't help either that I was left with this urge to look at him. He made my heart race.

We soon arrived back in the middle of all the cabins. With so many prying eyes on me and sparked interest whispers as I passed by I soon felt overwhelmed.

All the buzzing noise overflowed my senses as I replayed the horrid conversation. I needed to talk to Osiris. The closer we got to the cabin the more the feel grew in strength. Ever second felt like an hour I was giving alpha Philip to do harm to her.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Ivy wondered concern in her voice. We stopped in front of the cabin, the warm yellow light by the door the only thing lighting up our faces in the darkness.

"Yea, I promise. Just missing my family that's all." I twisted the door knob and pushed the door open only for Ivy to shut it closed. Stunned I stepped back.

"I feel like you're lying to me but I won't pry." She put her hands up backing away. "If you really miss your family that much you should ask Osiris to have them visit for a little while."