Choleric

Chapter XIII

~ Celia Point of View ~

[Seriously Unedited]

"Love. The deadliest of all deadly things; it kills you both when you have it and when you don't." – Lauren Oliver.

It was loud. Voices, words and sounds were pushing, crashing and pounding against her mind like a never ending tsunami. The thin fork quivered in her hand as strategically balanced peas found their way into her mouth. Something was wrong.

Something cold and dark had since made residence in the pit of her stomach, stirring it up like boil pot. Celia could feel pain – or more rather sense it, as there was no physical pain she felt, but the essence of it lay within the coldness churning inside her. 

She just couldn't shake the feelings of pain, fear and anger. So much anger it hurt.

The sea of emotions drowned any appetite she previously had. "Excuse me but I'm feeling unwell," she mumbled, taking her leave she stood from the table, ignoring Aleara's deathly glare as she headed up the staircase with Aria in tow.

Questions filed into her mind at a million miles an hour, but she had no way of satisfying them, causing a confused expression to form on her face. These feelings; like those someone reads in a story. They were there, only she couldn't feel them. They contradicted her feelings vastly, like someone telling her she should be mad when she's not.

The hallway was quiet compared to the ruckus that had engulfed her downstairs. The click clacking of their footsteps rang in Celia's ears. The closer she got to the cursive gold that shone brightly on her door, the more queasy she felt.

"Are you okay Alpha?" Aria asked from a few paces behind. Celia just nodded her head as she focused on turning the handle. A large part of her didn't want to enter the room. Every instinct told her that danger would come behind that door, yet she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to it. 

She had to feel the waves of emotion washing up and crashing into her. Like a person who had recently had their braces tightened. They knew putting pressure against their teeth hurt, but they just couldn't help but clench their jaw and revel in the sharp pain that erupted from the action. It was an addictive phenomenon.

The flat was quieter than the hallway if that was even possible. Cold air hit her like a slap in the face, creating an eerie atmosphere to cover the flat. Something had happened here, she could feel it whispering in her bones.

"Cassius?" Her voice pierced through the silence. She could feel his presence and smell the faint masculine scent that drives her crazy. Only there was no answer. Glancing behind her, she threw Aria a confused glance. Aria caught it but didn't seem to have any answers as to why Celia's skin was practically crawling with adrenaline. Instead, Aria looked just about ready to wet herself.

Sighing, Celia moved from the doorway of the flat and headed into the direction of her mate's scent. "I'm going to look for him, I'll be back soon," she told Aria as her nose pinpointed the most recent trail. It was hard trying to decipher where the trail led when the entire flat was smothered with the same scent.

Making her way to his office she shivered as something dark crawled under her skin and froze her insides. What was happening?

The door creaked through the eerie silence and Celia cautiously stepped in, all six senses fixated on Cassius's scent. Soft feet padded against the floor as Celia looked around. The trail of his scent eventually led her to a large filing cabinet pushed up against the wall. Her brows crinkled in confusion. His scent can't just stop, she thought to herself.