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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Never once I realized that one second was actually a long time.
Those weeks of weeping due to the echo of rejection that seemed to take a liking on me, meant nothing. Those months of grieving after my Nana's death did not shake me. Those years of living with an on-and-on memory of how cruel the fate of my parents was, did not have the same ounce of torture.
But, the same second could end my life as easy as the wind blew the clouds.
The cold blade was running down my temple slyly, like teasing the soft hair on my face. Seemed like playing, but with the harsh breath near my ear, it dangerously woke the uncomfortable shivers on my body. The thundering beats of my heart shook my ribcage violently, but I could not hear any sounds of it anymore; it was like my ear went deaf in a flick of hands. My body went rigid and cold; it was like a standing corpse minus the continuous stream of warm water down my cheek.
All in one second.
"Shh, don't be afraid, Darling. It's going to be so quick that you may not feel anything." Duncan chuckled darkly, reliving the story about those beasts hiding under the bed that Nana used to tell Killian and I when we were two innocent kids; the kind of beast that successfully haunted my nights. "Beside, take a look on the bright side. I give you an everlasting romantic story with your," he grazed his lips on my ear, almost like kissing it, "mate."
My mind went numb as if its gear was stuck that it shut all the operation of my unconscious organs down. I could barely stare ahead, watching the blurry things in front of me; a mix of white and black. Selena mirrored me; she was dead silent, but I could felt her frustration growing on every cell of my body and invading my mind.
On a battle field where people died to be alive, the silence was surely deafening.
Blinking, I swept the tears from blocking my only one vision to see what was going on. Once the coast was clear, the sight of blood and anger welcomed me in an instant, making my eye tear up again. Blinking again, I could finally focus my attention to the almost-unrecognizable Killian, who seemingly took a liking in fighting in front of my eye with a face full of dirt and blood. While I was dealing with my fear and the Grim Reaper beside me, he was still there, with hands full of blood and his back was not glued to Alpha Mason again. His eyes looked so lethal, surveying every inch of who was going to attack him after he was done with the previous corpses.
For once, I believed he would be okay. That he got this fight.
"Oh, look at your mate." Duncan broke the dead moment inside of me, pulling me to the harsh reality I was facing. "He's a quite strong fighter. But, we're one step ahead."
But, then, my belief seemed just a ridiculous idea coming out of nowhere.
"Oh, by the way, don't you want to know why I'm not the one facing your mate right now? Even though I really want to." He playfully ran the knife up and down my cheek, racing with the warm water that seemed not bothering to stop. As the knife was teasing me, his huge arm locked my neck tightly, not enough to choke me but still somehow made breathing a hard action to do.
