How well can you handle your heartbreak?
Heidi Filomena, a one-eyed werewolf with a golden heart, never thought that there would come a day when her beloved best friend would hate her. Now, she knew that living all alone without someone to lean on w...
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"Listen to me. Don't go out. Stay here. Don't even move an inch. Don't peek. Just don't do anything." Bertha pushed my body down to bed forcefully. My eye studied her stiff demeanor in confusion and curiosity, noticing that her face was scrunched up in worry and fear. Once I was laying my head on the cloudy pillow, her trembling hands made their way to the pink blanket, covering my body carefully with it.
Meanwhile Bertha was busy tucking me to bed, I peered my gaze to meet Luna Ellie who approached her mate in a quick move. She cupped her hands on his cheeks and caressed them gently like he was a doll made of porcelain. I could not see their eyes, but I was sure that they communicated secretly using their eyes. Or, mind link. Then, she turned around to meet his son's stern face. She immediately gripped his shoulder, and seemed to squeeze it tightly, while keeping her eyes on his face. Killian nodded in response, seeming to be more stern than before that it sent a shiver of fear inside of me.
"Let's go, son." Alpha Mason's booming voice stabbed the fat silence in the room, breaking me from the intense study I had on this little family. "Don't go out from this room, My Sweet. Promise me?" He closed the gap between him and his mate, and kissed her forehead lovingly. My heart clenched inside my chest seeing the scene in front of my eye. It seemed like he wanted to say more than preventing her to go out.
It was so sweet.
"What are hunters, Bertha?" I whispered while slowly tearing my gaze from the lovey-dovey moment to the fearful Bertha, who looked down at me with beads running down her face.
Her eyes blinked repeatedly. "Um, Honey, hunters are our enemies, too. Different from rogues, hunters are... humans." She gulped hard, like defining hunters are difficult for her to do. I mimicked her reaction once I heard the word 'rogues' like I had been accidentally electrocuted. "They don't like our kind to exist in this world. They're a bunch of arrogant humans who think their kind is the holiest one."
My eye immediately threatened to come out of its socket, fighting the new information that forcing to enter my brain. My grip on the blanket also tightened. "B- But, I thought humans are—"
"Kind and not harmful? Psh! No." She rolled her eyes dramatically. For some seconds, the fear was replaced with the sarcastic face she put on, but then, fear dominated her expression again. "Not all, I guess. But, hunters... they are similar to rogues."
That word. Again.
My heart instantly beat faster than its original speed that I was afraid at one point it would stop in a sudden. I could feel my body trembled under Bertha's gaze, successfully absorbing her fear completely that we both now were shaken. The soft hair all over my body erected, wishing to escape from my skin. Beads of cold sweat started running down my temple, rhythmically synchronized with the ins-and-outs of my breath.
This was bad.
Real bad.
The past was swaying its shade to cover the present life, waltzing back to my mind and heart that were once under its tight grip to the point of bursting.
