[1st draft] Bora's near-death experience caused a brief separation from Gemma, but to live in peace, he must end the Seven Shadows.
Bora Hawk, the polar wolf, has an unexplained target on his back. His enemies want him dead, caged, or becoming the...
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As long air flows through my lungs, I can get better. The year off was to grieve. I unconsciously pre-plan for an unexpected heartache, life hidden remedies. Yeah, right.
It took some time, but attending college makes sense. Keeping myself active to prevent flying off the hinges is pertinent to Quinn's sake. I collected the pieces left of my heart off the burnt coal and trekked on, but it didn't rescue me from a place of disassociating. I exit my rose diva Fiat 500 from a well-needed lunch break from my studies, enclosing my books to my chest, navigating through my concerns for the future because happiness seems so distant.
His handsome butterscotch eyes used to lose themselves in my gaze that could spark a fire pit. I have dreams of him returning home to me. It is cruel and self sabotaging to lean on that thought. It is strangling, but when I intoxicated myself, I realized that for a few hours of forgetting was painful. If not worse. So the decision was plain. It's how I stay closer to his spirit.
The night Quinn appeared at our grandmother's house. It echoes in my mind a million times. The way I disrespected my parents, not sorry, but I wish it was different. I turned the key to my dorm room as my roommate swung it open and paused in the doorway with a smile.
"Going to a frat party. Do you want to come?" Ainsley raised her eyebrows, gleeful, waiting for a response, but I'm reluctant about how I should respond. "Hmm, I can tell you're thinking no, but." She curled her bow-shaped lips. "Come on, twenties is our prime time. Haven't you had friends who wanted to drag you out and experience life with them?"
I actually had to giggle at the thought. The events of running with the wolves in the cold majestic woods, dancing at a freaking politician party under the icy moon as though it was all about us, or fleeing from wolf hunters. And the day they kidnapped you and how I didn't skip a beat to run after you. If I can, I'll save you a million times after. Yeah, I lived. "What?" she said, putting her hand on my shoulder.
It snatched me out of it as I squeezed past her. "No, thanks." Bora would force me to leave with her, but those dark feathery curls fluttering in the wind convince me to stay and daze thinking of you. I carry a visible mark on my neck. It makes his existence real. "I'm good, have fun." Placing my books on the desk. I hope she accepts the answer and leaves.
The sigh she exhaled crowded the room. "Okay, well, I'll be back later, and we should watch a movie?" I peeked over my shoulder, responding, and she closed the door behind her. I recline at the ceiling, dimpling my cheek with a pencil eraser.
That day, I broke down. I'm not that person anymore. Now, I am accustomed to the pain. Instead, this energy ranges from the things I love. I glanced at my computer screen. Speaking of which, I peeped into the hallway to ensure no unexpected intruders. Empty as usual. Everyone is at the frat party, drinking, getting laid. I don't want it.
Bora is who I had my whole life planned out with. During the first month, I fixated on prayer, asking for a pregnancy while taking all the vital steps to prioritize my well-being. We had sex an abnormal amount of times, with multiple breaks the night I gave myself to him, and he was unrestrained. It might be impractical, given the differences between us.
