Hey guys, this is the next chapter, hope you enjoy it. In this one you find Zelinia and Andrea meeting face to face but sometimes you don't want your weaknesses be pointed out to you in public.
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SHE WAS BRAVE AND STRONG AND BROKEN ALL AT ONCE.
-ANNA FUNDER
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Mountain's Pack Territory
Zelinia pulled up next to her uncle's car on the Mountain's pack territory. The click of her heeled boots making contact with the stone pathway could be heard miles away. she hurried up the pathway, not wanting to keep her uncle waiting, who was waiting for her impatiently at the entrance to the pack house. Upon arriving, her uncle rushed to her "Good. You're here. Now, let's get going. We don't want them to wait any loner." and with that he grabbed her arm, not letting get a word of her own in.
They rushed through the pack house with so much speed Zelinia nearly tripped so many times as the pace of a werewolf was considered, to her, like 60 mph. Zooming past the pack members she forgot how many times she didn't shout out hello to. Nearly crashing Zelinia into the oak doors that enclosed the council room, Geoffrey pulled Zelinia in and headed straight to Alpha Jeremiah.
All the faces seemed so unfamiliar to Zelinia that she didn't where to look. There were old faces as well as young ones but she knew that werewolves lived for a long that any of the faces could be at least a century old. As she continued studying the people in the room, she didn't that Geoffrey had gotten into a quiet conversation with the Alpha of the table. Her eyes lastly settled on the last remaining wolf in the room. Oceanic eyes met hers and seemed to had held her gaze for more than a minute. They were mixture of a deep cobalt and a turquoise merged into one. She felt like she was staring at the ocean but somehow they were cold, distant and almost deadly. She felt the eyes were just killing her on the spot.
Her gaze finally broke away from his and she let her eyes take in his appearance. He had short charcoal hair which was rumpled and came over one eye, a sharp angular jawline which a straight nose rested upon and kissable lips. The eyes were sharp and murderous with perfectly shaped charcoal eyebrows. His neck was slender but you could see the strength it held. The shoulders were broad and squared while his chest and arms rippled with muscles that descended down to a small, trimmed waist and rigid, flat stomach. Strong muscular legs were clad in black trousers while a white t-shirt stretched his muscles on his chest plains.
She could just make out a faint scar that ran downwards from his left eye under his curtain of hair. The eyes shifted back to her and suddenly Zelinia forgot how to breathe. At that moment she knew what exactly a prey would feel under those eyes just before death got them.
Zelinia had met many Alphas over the years in her field of forensics but not one of them could be more intimidating than the one across the room.
This exerted power and dominance from the way he stood and way his hands clasped and unclasped.
The Alpha in Command , thought Zelinia as she held his gaze once more before dropping to look over at her uncle, who, by now had finished his extremely long conversation with the other Alpha.
"And this is my niece, Zelinia. Zelinia meet Alpha Jeremiah." her uncle introduced to her. The Alpha in front of her was old but not old enough to call him someone's grandpa. He was taller than her and had few white hairs growing on the side of his face.
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RESILIENCE
Người sóiShe can't keep track of all the times her heart had been broken. Firstly her father, broke it before any other boy could. Secondly her mother, next broke it with her selfish greed and lastly a person she thought would've loved her above all else...
