Author's Note
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Up above is Carter.
"In the silence of your cave, you feel safe
You decorate it with velvet drapes
Outside you see the dark woods But you don't know there's fields of gold ahead" ~Madeleine, by Backstreet Boys~~~*~~~
For a long while, I stood frozen, rooted in my spot.
Now, I am not ignorant. I can see why Damon would advise such a tall tale. I understand that he is only recommending what he believes to be the better solution. But I truly am having a difficult time in choosing the words to follow.
"I am going to what now?" I asked, bewildered by his assumed command. "Excuse my forwardness, but I think you're mistaken. What on earth possessed you to make such a confounding statement?"
A cheeky smile wove its way onto his lips, portraying a sense of false innocence. Oh, would I love to wipe it right off his face.
"Darling, don't get bent out of shape. Necessary actions must be taken up if you are to live." His words were not vindictive, but rather gentle. As if he was trying not to shoo a butterfly away.
"I understand that, uncle, but there has to be another solution. I refuse to spend my time locked inside a building with brainless, hormonal, children who can't tell their foot from their hand," I snarled, indignation pulsing through my veins at the very thought.
"How could he think, even for a moment, that he has an ounce of control over what we do? Where we go? This is our life he's threatening to waste," Freya rambled, obviously annoyed.
"Okay, first off, we are immortal. A hundred years will not make a dent in our lifespan. What does a year or so in a high school matter? Plus, we have trusted Damon for, what, eight hundred years? In all this time, I am sure that he would have showed signs of betrayal far further back than this." Athena reasoned, as usual, bringing forth the rational portion of the argument.
"Really-- so you are going to simply offer yourself up to the grasping hands of self mortified children?" I retorted, frustrated with the situation, with myself. I knew that this was not an important matter, that Athena was right.
"Dieu, layoff the stubbornness. You are draining time that you cannot earn back." My uncle raised his voice, clearly annoyed by the rigid, rebellious statue I have claimed. "Listen to me, se leva, they will be here momentarily. Do what I said; follow your instincts. You must survive--you are far more important than you could possibly know."
I was interrupted before I had a chance to pry. "Alpha is on his way. Leopardess, I think that you should make your decision and leave now," the man with snow white hair and apricot irises informed, shifting uncomfortably on his feet.
I completely forgot we weren't alone..
"And you are?" I aimed towards the uncommon individual, keeping my tone light, as to not make an enemy of myself with yet another werewolf.
Truly, they are not all bad people.
"The name is Ezra," he smiled politely, the corners of his lips tipping as he spoke.
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