~Lucie’s POV~
I sat on the bed my eyes staring at Alayah who was toying with her blonde hair. I wanted nothing more than to avoid this conversation, as I’m sure she did. I let out a sigh as my eyes closed. Why did everything have to change? Why can’t it just stay the same? Alayah and I had some kind of connection, one that differed from Kaija, Dom, Hayleigh… Clarisse’s. Kaija might be my one of my best friends, Dom might take a bullet for me, and Clarisse actually did take one for me. But Alayah? She was deeper, she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind about the things that truly mattered, no matter the cost. She wasn’t bias. She’d tell it like it was, and right now I needed a little bit of that.
“I’m surprised that you wanted to talk to me about this,”
“You’ll tell me how it is. You won’t try to sugar coat it. I need that about this.”
“What did he say exactly?”
“That I needed to decide if I was going to accept him as my mate. I either had to do it now or I had to reject him. What should I do?”
“As you know, I haven’t met my mate yet. You know what a mate entitles don’t you?”
“Sure, we all learned it early on. A mate is the easiest way to take down the pack. Take down the right one, and the dominos always fall.” I said my voice becoming bitter by the end.
“Now why is that? Why is that such an effective way to make an entire pack fall to their knee’s?”
“Because a mate is someone to balance you out. Maybe not every trait, but enough to make a difference. They stabilize you. Change you for the better. You can find yourself in them.”
“Do you know how Casey was before he met you?”
“No,”
“He was overbearing. Protective. Controlling. He was aggressive. Not physically to anyone in the pack, but used physical fitness as a punishment. He never...
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...change the ending, doesn’t mean he can’t change the beginning. Most find me foolish for even involving myself this much into the destiny of the wolves and hunters. But I know. I’ve seen the whole picture. There were and are certain things that needed to be put into place. And now the ball has been set rolling. Don’t you see? Your mating with Casey was the first step.”
“The first step towards what?”
“The first step towards the end of the war between Hunters and Wolves. You are one of their leaders. One that will unite them before after the end.”
“Why can’t Casey hear this? Why haven’t you let me see him?”
“Because sweetie, Casey might not make it to the end. He can’t know this, but you must. Many you trust will not make it. Who does is up to you.”
“What do I have to do?” Desperation ringing in my voice as an uncontrollable frenzy of emotions enveloped me.
“Trust me,”
He demonstrates his aunt’s willingness to help writing: “‘I know that things are bad between you and your mom right now, and I just want you to know that I am on your side.’” Her generosity made a great impression on Andrews. He extends this thought further when he writes “‘And in the meantime, if you ever need to get away, my house is always open to you. And to Darian, too.’” The trust his aunt placed in him influenced him hugely in his life. He continues to impress this point recording: “I was grateful but shocked. She and Mom were really close, and for Susan to go behind Mom’s back like that was huge.” He used emotional change in order to exhibit how moved he was by the support he received from his family members even if it was only one ally who was on his side from the start. This abundant amount of assistance from his aunt causes the audience to empathize by relating personal experiences from their own families to the
" Just tell me, is anything wrong or cloudy with your vision " He asks looking at me very intently.
“No, you rip those boys right off him. You can’t always defend yourself. You’ll have to be willing to fight for things you love.”
Daniel gazed at her and sighed, “Look, I promised myself I would not date, not until after I got passed college and the part of my life I should have completed years ago. But I met you and I broke that promise so I could get you before someone else does”.
“Yeah, I’ve known him since I was a little girl. He was a friend of my mother’s as well,” replied Cassi. She looked as if she had just seen a ghost. “Do you think he knows what’s going on?”
“Scared?” A voice behind me asked, I let out a piercing shriek, clutching my heart.
“Is Quill really going to die?” Dani asks. She is only five but seems much older,...
”But I do know I let him down. He’s gone and it’s my fault. What are we going to do Frank?“ Desperation flowing through her words.
He always pushed the boys to have to be the greatest at everything they did.
Frank: "Is there any point in working towards an examination if you are going to fall in love. (...) All right, but please stop burbling on about Mr Tyson."
James was an authoritarian parent. He was controlling, in-charge and no one questioned him. He would play the role of the doting father. When his children made mistakes, he made a point to criticize them. He often compared them to other kids that he felt were “more perfect.” When his often unspoken expectations were not met he would yell and scream striking fear into his entire family. “He’s not a warm, fuzzy kind of guy, and he’s not going to inspire feelings of intimacy. But when his system works, he can boast about one thing: His recruits tend to obey” (Dewar).
"Oh, so your the psychic Rook's been ranting about. The one who 'exceeds expectations,' the one who 'sees and knows all' the one who 'is my most valuable soldier.' You know, if I didn't know about his knact for convincing women to sleep with him, I'd say he was in love with you. Hell, he still might be. He's always had this obsession with his partners having power."
I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep until I felt an insistent prodding against my side. Grumbling softly under my breath, I tried to hide underneath my covers only to have them tugged sharply away. With great reluctance, I finally sat up and glanced at my mother. Everything felt sluggish as I tried to figure out why she was in my room before suddenly I paled. The school would have told her about the incident by this point. Tugging at the corners of my light blue pajamas, my gaze immediately drifted down to the corner of the bed. I couldn't face her, especially since I already glimpse the disappointment on her face.