Commanded to...

Petra Avery. A werewolf, part of a pack.

[petravery]

meas-sinclair:

“I am not, no,” Sinclair replied, turning to see an unfamiliar woman observing the painting too. She lean, but strong, Sinclair observed, a fighter of some kind, maybe. Or just someone who enjoyed a workout. This island, the eclipse, it was making her question people and their motives more than usual, she thought. 

“I have seen many paintings, though,” she continued, always keeping one eye on the other woman or her shadow. “There are many galleries across the world that I have visited, many beautiful paintings within them.” She let her gaze wander over the brushstrokes once again, remembering the first time she visited a gallery in France, each painting a story contained in a single canvas. 

Sinclair took in the woman’s features once again, finding a trace of familiarity. Maybe they had passed in the street, or stood beside one another in line at the store. “You live here, yes?” Sinclair asked, prepared to add another name to her mental roster of potential supernatural beings. 

“So, I take you’re not originally from here, right?” Petra replied, with her eyes still on the art in front of her while her words were directed at the other woman. Pondering the question inside her mind before voicing it out to the other woman, “which makes me curious why would you stay here, in this small town when you’ve been everywhere else...”  Petra’s action right after was a shrug.

Finally, her dark eyes moved to meet the girl’s once she had a question to Petra. “I live here. I’ve been here for a little bit more than a year. Why?” Raising an eyebrow, her attention was constantly between the woman’s heartbeat and what happened in their surroundings. 

She couldn’t trust anyone that wasn’t part of her pack of the coven she was allied with and this wouldn’t be the first she would talk to someone without giving him as much as information as they could have about her. She’s always demanding information from others, but she never gave that in return.

[meas-sinclair]

The island had grown quieter since the moon had freed the sun from its shadow. It was a relief, Sinclair thought, to be free of the presence of the people who raised her and those that she’d killed. Part of her wondered if they were real, but a larger part of her knew they were apparitions, born of the darkness to taunt her and everyone else who inhabited this cursed island. 

The image before her seemed more relevant now than every before. The painting on the museum wall depicted a war, but not one involving swords or guns. No, this was a war of the elements, the beings she’d sworn to kill. To an outsider, the knives possessed by some would seem normal, the fires burning nothing out of the ordinary on a battlefield. Sinclair knew otherwise; that the knives were possessed for their silver to fight the wolves with gaping jaws filled with razor teeth, and the fires belonged to the men and women who could wield it. 

She had thought she was alone as she sat on the bench and watched the chaos of the past, but there were footsteps. However quiet this person was trying to be, Sinclair could hear the scuff of their shoes on the stone floor as they approached. “It is a rather incredible piece, isn’t it?” She said, eyes not leaving the brushstrokes made all those years ago. “So much detail in each face, in each weapon, don’t you think?” 

[petravery]

Petra needed a moment to herself, after finally getting back to her routine. She had to get rid off those images of her alpha being able to control her. After a whole year, he still, somehow, was the kind of werewolf she’d look up to. Despite the fact he had left her to die, part of herself still wanted his approval, to be part of his pack and that was something she couldn’t accept. Because, in her point of view, it meant that she was weak. Too. Weak.

With a day off from work, Petra was trying her best to keep herself calm while focusing in a peaceful state for her own body. Training in the morning, aiming for some yoga after lunch, watching as time was still something she’d have throughout the day, while it wasn’t her usual choice for entertainment, after everything she had done for her body, she chose something for her mind: the museum.

While walking around, she would keep her eyes on the images in front of her, especially the smell that would come from every painting. Different, giving to the werewolf each painting’s age by their own scent. She was mesmerized by art, giving herself time to relax when her attention was brought back by someone’s voice. Thinking about the woman’s words for a second, Petra nodded. “I don’t know much about art, but it’s indeed mesmerizing. It takes someone incredibly talent to do something like that... the control, the patience.” Maybe painting could also be a great skill to be developed in order to become an even better fighter. The thought instantly crossed Petra’s mind. “Are you... an artist?”

[petravery]

❝ No one else is around.❞

“I can sense it. There are no other heartbeats but yourself... and mine.” Petra replied, her eyes wandering at the witch, watching Alicia as a prey. It had been awhile ever since she had gone through a fight, an actual fight where she could be the same werewolf she used to be when she was in the Colorado pack. Petra just wasn’t sure if that would be a good idea or a bad one. “It’s just me against you. And I can tell you that... it’s not your lucky day.”

[merrittrps]

SENTENCE STARTERS - WALLS 

kings of leon - album

❝ Never ask to be forgiven.❞ ❝ Name your price to all this living.❞ ❝ Take the time to waste a moment.❞ ❝ Who was never coming back?❞ ❝ Leave it alone.❞ ❝ Your heart will never say it so.❞ ❝ I got caught in the middle of a hurricane fight.❞ ❝ Your heart will never let it go.❞ ❝ Don’t you think you got to give me something I want?❞ ❝ You’ll find me every day.❞ ❝ Wanna tag along?❞ ❝ I lost myself and found a girl.❞ ❝ Keep dancing like it’s your last time.❞ ❝ Take it all the way.❞ ❝ You always seem to come my way.❞ ❝ I really want to know your name.❞ ❝ How did you find me?❞ ❝ What are you looking for?❞ ❝ I can’t escape and now I got you by my side.❞ ❝ They saw you coming from miles away.❞ ❝ Don’t say it’s over.❞ ❝ Don’t say it’s over anymore.❞ ❝ I know it’s how this story ends.❞ ❝ He was my favorite friend of all.❞ ❝ Take me back to California.❞ ❝ There are eyes in every corner.❞ ❝ Won’t you come around my way for some conversation, please?❞ ❝ I’d love to know just what you’re thinking.❞ ❝ I will never leave you lonely.❞ ❝ You’re the one I’m running to.❞ ❝ We could make it out together.❞ ❝ Everyone says you should get away, fast as you can.❞ ❝ I know you’ll stay.❞ ❝ You’re somewhere I wanna go.❞ ❝ Don’t ever hesitate.❞ ❝ If you don’t like it, then try it.❞ ❝ I’ll believe it when I see it.❞ ❝ No one else is around.❞ ❝ Let’s run away from the night.❞ ❝ You know that we’re on our way❞ ❝ We’re here for a moment, so let’s own it.❞ ❝ Why you waiting?❞ ❝ Every little sting is you.❞ ❝ I spent the night on a riverside, trying to recall my name.❞ ❝ I can’t get there on my own.❞   ❝ You can’t leave me here alone.❞   ❝ I’m just trying to do what’s right.❞   ❝ If you know what’s right, then you’ll walk away.❞   ❝ You tore out my heart and you threw it away.❞   ❝ Now there’s nothing in the way.❞                    

[petravery]

mayadhaas:

Maya could not make sense of what was occurring to her, even though she had to know that this was bigger than her. It had to be some kind of spell or the island, but for the life of her, she couldn’t seem to see anything outside of herself. It was the first time she’d been knocked off balance an torn from all kind of power. This was what she did to others, this was not what others did to her. It shouldn’t have been happening, and for the life of her, she would make sure that it didn’t go on any longer. 

Her gaze settled on the other when she seemed to look in thin air, her own breath coming out shaky at the realization that this was perhaps nothing more than a game. It had to do with the eclipse and how their powers seemed to revert in a way. At least, that was what made most sense for her. Her head shook when her parents reappeared, attempting to speak to her. 

They mentioned their battles and how she should fight and get payback for her parents who had been mistreated, in any way, shape or form. Her head shook once more, stepping back from both the hallucination and the woman that still stood before her. “How do we make it stop? I want it to stop?” Her hands cupped her eyes, but still, she heard their voices and knew they were right there. Her brain was in control and nothing she did could stop them from appearing.

“I haven’t done anything?” She screamed then and stepped forward slightly, hoping the other would listen. “I do this to people, they don’t do this to me.” She hoped the other would understand, though she refused to give much more information than that. It had been a long lesson she’d learnt in the past, that once someone knew  your weakness, they would hit there and hard. Which was why the brunette always kept people at a distance. But one thing was for certain, the one who had done this, if that was the case, would pay. 

While Petra knew about some of the enemies that the Eirene coven had, Maya wasn’t one of them. she lacked a few information, but tried her best to find out who she should trust and who she shouldn’t. And that was the reason why she was always attentive, unable to keep herself relaxed around strangers, the reason why she thought that Maya would hurt Petra. But, in the end, she didn’t. Raising an eyebrow, still uncertain about her own actions, Petra slowly moved forward.

Soon, the werewolf was able to notice that she wanted help; Maya wasn’t there to fight, she was as lost as Petra had been throughout those days while seeing her previous alpha, fighting that urge of following his words instead of trusting her instincts. “I don’t know,” she despised those three words. But she really didn’t know. “There’s something definitely wrong in this island. Causing... hallucinations? I think, but I don’t know if there’s a way to make it stop. I...” She didn’t truly understand anything about witchs and how their magic worked. But, she didn’t share those words with Maya. Again, she couldn’t share her weaknessess with others.

And then, all Petra needed, was Maya’s following words to know that, right in front of her, there was a witch. Of course. “Seems a lot like payback, then.” Petra replied. “Did you get anyone angry these past few days? You could’ve been... cursed.” It was a statement that Petra didn’t truly know if it was what was happening to the witch. Everything those past few days were a shot in the dark. “Can I get you anywhere else? It doesn’t seem like staying out here would be a wise thing for you.”

Neither for Petra. While, she didn’t share this information with Maya. Another information that Petra was always keeping away from others. She knew that being out there wasn’t her greatest option. She could see him again, she could be lured by his words, do as she’d told. It could be dangerous for both of them. 

[petravery]

mayadhaas:

Maya prided herself on her sense of control, both over her actions and the powers that coursed through her. Though, her stomach rolled when she turned to see her parents. Realistically, the brunette knew that they could, and would not, be where they stood — but she found herself speaking aloud. Even going to them, until they vanished  out of thin air. Perhaps it was another witch who had managed to chip away at her barrier and gain control. That thought alone, was the one that threatened to drive her mad. Her heart pounded, gripping upon the nearest surface for support. 

A sick and twisted game, one that she knew how to play. And so, Maya stepped forward in search of the one who had set revenge upon the brunette. If they believed that they could destroy her, they had not met the likes of Maya De Haas. “Stop,” she finally called out, walking past her parents who had begun to speak to her in order to gain her attention, forcing her to pause whenever their touch felt like thin air. 

Not real, none of it wasn’t real. For the first time, Maya felt the absolute power of her own magic. The first hand at what those victim of her cruelty felt like. How they succumbed to their own mind, cracking it half when they could no longer trust themselves to know what was truly in front of them and what was a vision. Her eyes closed momentarily, blinking open in the hopes that it would somehow vanish the demons that stood before her. 

Except, instead of demons, they were the people she loved most. Though the knowledge that they were mere images and memories angered her. The brunette twirled around, searching for the culprit until her form collided with that of another, and very much alive, person. “What are you doing to me?” Maya asked in a panic, stepping away from the other. Her sense of control had come undone, and never had she felt more vulnerable and weak than in that moment, unable to summon her own power because of the chaos that surrounded her mind. “What the hell are you doing to me?!” the witch screamed, not quite being present enough to even hear or process the words that had left the other.

All of her apologies suddenly vanished when the woman in front of her started accusing Petra of doing something to herself. It was Maya her name, it had to be, because it was the only name pounding inside the woman’s brain while her anger was building up within herself due to the situation. “I didn’t do anything to you,” she shared with a harsh tone, while her dark eyes stared at Maya, trying to understand what was happening. Maybe this was one of the tricks of the night that had been installed in Moon Island. Or maybe she was just a strange playing tricks at the wolf. 

Right next to Maya, Damien was there, standing, staring at her once again, almost as if he knew that he could control her all over again. This time, Petra knew that that Damien was nothing more than just her mind hallucinating him. This time, she wasn’t certain about the other times when it all felt too real.

And despite the fact that he could be just part of her imagination, his voice echoing inside her brain was too much. It was enough to make her feel vulnerable to the words of that fake Damien. If you don’t protect yourself, she’ll attack you. But I don’t need to tell you that, I’m sure you’ve noticed this by now. 

Looking at the woman, Petra tried to find any changes in her demeanor that would keep Petra alarmed about any possible attack coming from the woman. “Try to take a deep breath, because I haven’t done a fucking thing to you. Whatever is happening to you, is on you...” Raising an eyebrow, Petra crossed her arms in front of her chest. She hoped that her words were enough for the woman to leave her alone. But, if she didn’t, Petra knew how to fight. And she was taught to love it and to keep going until the enemy was no longer an issue.

[petravery]

emmanuelxalpha:

Emmanuel slowed, unable to hear the exact location of Petra’s voice or even the possibility of multiple people around the area.  He strained his ears for any possible hints of where she may be.  Emmanuel, where are you?  He heard drift his way in a sing song voice.  Emmanuel was sure that Petra was baiting him, making him on edge enough to make one wrong move that could open up for an attack.  As much as he tried to shake that thought out of his head it was a possibility that he was going to have to consider until he found Petra.

Shouting came from his left.  Why are you here? We don’t need you!  Emmanuel was confused and a little hurt.  “Petra! What is the meaning of this?”  He tried to say in his natural tone of command.  He knew no one could hear his voice waiver but he also knew this was possibly the time he was most nervous.  We don’t need you as an alpha!  What have you done to help? Nothing!  The pack is better without you!

Emmanuel was taken aback.  He never suspected his pack felt this way.  Follow my voice.  Or track my heartbeat if you are even wolf enough to.  I’m near the edge of the cliff, Emmanuel.  “We can talk this out.  It doesn’t have to be this way!”  He shouted after her, making no move to get closer.  His fear was an ambush, and there was no way he would be able to survive the fall from the cliff.  So he stayed where he was and prayed that the light from the sun would come back soon so he could begin to see what was around him.

Her frustration was growing strong along with the pace of her heartbeat. While she could sense her new alpha’s presence, she couldn’t see where he was exactly. Moving up, she wanted to track him down and walk closer to Emmanuel, but it felt that it wasn’t the wisest choice. Despite her great hearing and the fact she could follow his smell, Damien would follow along with her and she didn’t know how much damage her previous alpha could cause to Emmanuel. “We’re no longer on the same side, Damien. You’ve left me to die as if this was what I was suppose to do.”

She replied, uncertain of how she was able to express those words at him, watching Damien’s expression while her ears were filled with Emmanuel’s voice. It felt like he was demmanding an answer from her. But what kind of answer was he expecting? “The solar eclipse? I don’t know. There’s something wrong in the island, there’s something really wrong...” with all of them, maybe. And while Emmanuel being far away from Petra at that moment could be better, it’d give her alpha a better chance of staying alive. She didn’t want to stay around Damien for too long, not when he still had some sort of control over her. “Just, come and find me. I need you, Emmanuel.” 

You were always with us. I’m sorry that I couldn’t come back to you sooner, but I’m here now. And I’ll always be here for you.

“Go away, Damien,” she murmured. Covering her eyes with her hands was the kind of action that crossed her mind, but she knew that if she did so. He could attack her. Maybe this was still a test. Every single moment around Damien had always been a test. She could never keep her guard down with him. “What doesn’t have to be this way? I’m not going to hurt you. And I’ll make sure he won’t hurt you too. We’re stronger if we’re together, Emmanuel. Please...”

He’s not your alpha, he’s never been your alpha. He’s just someone else we need to get rid off. 

[petravery]

witchoftheisland:

Dominique listened to Petra, they were both feeling uncertain about something but neither one had any answers, which concerned her even more. “No I haven’t been able to pick up my phone, I think someone has a spell on me or something… I can’t get in touch with the coven you are the first person I’ve seen and I was hoping you had a little more information than I did but I guess we are both in the dark.” As they spoke about the troubles they were facing, Dominique noticed Nadine getting closer but her whole body language was off. She was walking straight towards them. Dominique looked at Petra and back to Nadine but she was gone, which confused her even more.

“Are you alright?” Dominique asked, noticing Petra seemed slightly off, she didn’t notice until know how Petra was acting, something in her eyes told Dominique she wasn’t all there. “You seem preoccupied, did something happen? I can try and help.” She knew that if the pack was in trouble so would the coven and Dominique didn’t want to see anybody hurt. When Petra asked if she was alright, Dominique frowned “I think so, but I’m a little worried about you.” Without thinking Dominique reached forward placing her hand on the wolf shoulder.

Petra ignored that part of herself who wanted to track her previous alpha down and tell him to stop following her, to stop trying to act as if he was still the one who would give her orders, so she could actually hear what Dominique had to say about her own experience during the solar eclipse. “We’re both in the dark.” Nodding, Petra sighed. She was the last person that would be able to help Dominique with witch matters; her knowledge towards the subject wasn’t enough to find a way to make her feel better, but still she had to try. There was this small voice inside of her mind that was reminding her that Dominique was still part of the “pack”.

“You can’t... help me. You should listen to me when I tell you that you’re not safe.” Petra wanted Dominique to leave, especially now that Damien was on Petra’s sight. It was a matter of time, he’d either hurt Dominique or find a way to make Petra attack her. She’s the enemy, Petra. She’s a witch, she isn’t part of your pack. You want to believe in a lie, and that will be the end of you. Her attention moved from the words coming out of Damien’s mouth instantly to Dominique’s touch on her shoulder. “No.” She growled, dodging from the woman’s touch while giving a few steps back. It took Petra awhile to notice that Damien was no longer behind Dominique, this time he was closer to Petra. Just like he used to do, reaching close to her, sharing his commands through whispers, almost enchanting Petra to believe in his words and accept them as the ultimate truth. It’s been awhile we don’t play games, you should hunt her, Petra. You should see how long it takes her to either die or fight back. “Dominique, just run...”

[petravery]

leonvg:

Are you okay, Leon? He could hear his own voice coming from behind his shoulder, really close to his ear and although he couldn’t see himself, Spencer was right there, as if he had just returned from the dead. Could it be possible? Leon shook his head, which could’ve made Petra that he was answering to her question–but then again, was he okay? “It’s–just a migraine.” He lied. He was good at that–lying to make people worry less about him. He wondered if he was the only one seeing his dead brother or if Petra was seeing dead people too. Nothing was impossible when it came to Moon Island. “Would you like to accompany me there?” He had heard her offer, of course he had, but Leon also wasn’t going to force her to accompany him, especially if he was the only one seeing things and she had other places to go.

Pretty, isn’t she? Leon’s voice returned and he could swear he could feel his hot breath, cascading close to his ear again. Wasn’t she the one who opened your eyes to the truth? Another voice joined his own and he saw and heard Spencer. Wasn’t she who reminded you how you stood back and did nothing after I died? Did you even mourn, Leon? Did you cry the loss of an innocent or did you mourn your brother? Leon felt his knees weakening a little, but after Petra’s answer, he was able to move his feet as he began walking. “The eclipse…” Finally, he spoke again, looking up at the moon, the only source of natural illumination of Moon Island. “How do you feel about it… as werewolf, I mean. Does it feel different to you?” Maybe talking would quiet down the voices that seemed to be following him. His own and Spencer’s.

Though his words would tell her that he was okay, she couldn’t believe it. There was a different sound coming from his heartbeat that made her lack trust when it comes to what he was telling her; yet, it wasn’t her problem. She wasn’t in any position of asking him what was disturbing him enough to make him lie. That was probably the last thing she should say to someone that was seen, in her point of view, as her superior. She had tried her luck far too many times before while around Leon. “Hope you’ll feel better soon, no one deserves... pain. It makes us strong, but it doesn’t mean they are good.” She replied, with a light shrug. Forgetting for a second, that the man who made her go through most of her pain had been wandering around, wanting her to hurt those who became her family in Moon Island. Damien was, indeed, a disease. “No. But you don’t seem well, and if you make of it an order. I will.”

She was used at taking orders from those she actually followed; it was the easiest way of getting something from her. Petra was taught to obbey, and she did it proudly. And then, while her eyes stared at him, almost trying to drown herself in his light eyes so her attention would move around and, eventually, search for her previous alpha. His question got to her. “As a werewolf, I don’t know. My wolf didn’t try to take control over me. I haven’t turned into a wolf. But the whole thing seems... weird. Maybe I shouldn’t be around you,” the thought crossed her mind when she thought about Damien. What if he found them? What if he tried to make her hurt Leon too? And just those little thoughts were enough for her to look at what was happening behind Leon. And there he was. Damien, with a mischievous smile, waving at her. “Maybe it’s safe if you leave me alone. What if I hurt you? Maybe I’m not the best company you would have.”

[petravery]

date: august 23rd, 2017 location: main street availability: closed | @mayadhaas

Her days were full of worries and paranoia. Despite the news that had arrived through the television, that didn’t seem to share enough to keep everyone well informed. Petra still had a hard time to tell whether she was just hallucinating Damien, or if those times she could actually see him in front of her,  were times that she was seeing the real Damien, not just a projection of her mind. Everything was all too much. She was afraid of hurting her new pack and the coven they were allied to. She was scared of trusting the wrong people. Petra was on the edge and she didn’t know exactly how she could fight against it.

Still, she had to work, she tried and failed after the first training class. Seeing Damien in one of the guys that were in the gym, she knew she would have to wait until everything was better. Until she was sane enough to deal with others. Grabbing her back and storming her way out of the gym, Petra sighed. “You should just leave me alone,” she shouted at the voice. Hoping that her own hallucinations would hear it. Even if such plan made no sense at all.

Too busy to look around, she ended up bumping against someone. She had seen the witch before during one of her attempts of trying the nightlife at clubs. At first, Petra thought she was just an hallucination as well, but the moment Maya didn’t disappear, she knew she had to do something that would hardly come out of her mouth: apologize. “I didn’t mean to rush against you. I’m sorry. Are you okay? These days...” Had been weird to say the least, but maybe she didn’t need to share the rest of her sentence. It was clear that Moon Island was going through something extraordinary. Only oblivious people would think that everything was okay. 

[merrittrps]

“He was wrong back there. About you being weak.”

The Defenders ► 01x05 - Take Shelter

[stydiaislove]

[petravery]

witchoftheisland:

When the eclipse hit the Island Dominique was home in her cozy apartment. She woke up in a small haze as she reached for her water bottle on the nightstand next to her, she felt the bottle begin to become lighter as she watched the water bottle itself began to evaporate. Dominique rubbed her eyes before realizing the water bottle was gone completely. She brushed it off, thinking it was because she was half asleep as she climbed out of bed and walked into her kitchen she couldn’t help but notice everything felt slightly off. She grabbed a glass and filed it with orange juice and when she picked it up she watched it begin to evaporate again. Words couldn’t describe how she was feeling, she quickly let go of the cup, but instead of it dropping to the ground it was just gone. Dominique was freaked out, she  couldn’t stay in her apartment, everything she was touching evaporated like water in her hands, she thought she was going a little crazy. She needed to clear her head and decided to take a quick walk. As she locked her apartment up her own keys evaporated and frankly Dominique didn’t know if she really did lock her apartment up or not but as she walked towards the shore, she felt eyes watching her. She was comfortable driving her car, so she walked to the one place that made her feel better.

The water.

As she walked  towards the shore it should have been a quick walk wasn’t. The eyes that she felt that were watching her, grew stronger and stronger, when she turned around she could have sworn she saw her friend Nadine. She called out “Nadine?” and heard nothing, which scared her even more. When Dominique finally made it to the shore, the scariest thing happened to her, she crouched down to the sand, and grabbed a small handful. The water felt distant and off, the sand in her hand evaporated. She had no idea what to do she couldn’t believe how alone she felt, the gut in her stomach wouldn’t go away, she was too preoccupied and almost collided with Petra because she was too focused on the water. It was almost a sigh of relief when she recognized Petra until the reaction she got from her made the feeling in her stomach twist.

“Why? Your like the first person i’ve seen all day! What is going on!” She asked Petra, she was beginning to consider if she should reach out and touch her to see if she would evaporate but decided she wasn’t going to risk it. As she waited for an answer, she noticed out of the corner of her eye, a figure in the background, it was small but coming straight towards her. Dominique tried to brush it off as if it was nothing but the hair on her neck stood up.

Petra sighed. There were no intentions coming from the werewolf of hurting those who were part of the coven she was aligned with, nor of the new pack she was in. But somehow, it wasn’t what happened when she was between Damien and Emmanuel, and she feared that it could happen again. She had no intentions of meeting anyone during her walk by the beach and yet, Dominique was right in front of her. She isn’t trustworthy, Petra. Listen to her heatbeat, and you’ll see that whatever she tells you, it will be a lie. The words reached her ears and once she looked at her right, Petra saw him again. Damien was feets apart from both herself and Dominique, and yet, it felt as if he was standing right next to Petra. “Just, trust me. There’s something wrong happening. We’re still in the dark. It’s not safe. Did you hear anythin from the coven?”

She was spilling words as a way of keeping her mind occupied and to ignore the words coming from her alpha. Petra hoped that Dominique would fill up the silence with her voice and that, somehow, it would be enough for Petra for forget about her alpha, to think that soon he’d disappear and she would be able to move on with her life without harming others. Because, for the first time in her life, she didn’t want to harm anyone. It didn’t feel as if they deserved. “I don’t know what’s happening. But it doesn’t look good. That’s all I can say from what I’ve seen so far.”

While she could’ve said Dominique was the first person she was seeing that day, Petra would be lying. She had seen others, hurt some. She knew that falling asleep wasn’t an option, but Petra was wondering if anything during those hours and days could be an option. She felt in danger everywhere she would head to. She’d see Damien on every corner of her path. She just wanted some peace of mind, to be able to understand what was happening, because the lack of information about it was exactly what was driving her insane. And with it, she knew that it was only a matter of time until her anger would start building up. If you end up fighting with her, Petra... will you win? Are you still the greatest wolf you used to be in my pack? Can you show me again what are you capable of? “No, j... I mean, are you okay?” Her words would be directed at Damien until she was reminded that the person in front of her wasn’t her previous alpha. But a witch, a beautiful and kind witch that seemed to be in distraught. And that was the person she should focus on, or try to.

[leonvg-blog]

Leon exited the library with a few books in his hands. He was planning on spending the rest of the night at home, studying, but it seemed like Moon Island (as dramatic as it sounded) had other plans for him. He got into his car and set his books on the backseat only to be met by the vivid image of Spencer on the passenger seat asking why hadn’t he fought for him. Why did Leon let him die in vain. I thought you loved me, but you’re not even fighting for me. Not only did it break Leon’s heart, but it also left him disorientated for a solid minute there. How could this be? Was this real? He tried to rub his eyes, he tried to shake his head, but nothing worked and it only seemed to anger Spencer even more. It forced Leon out of his car and back onto the dark streets of Moon Island.

His heart was racing as he stepped onto the streets, his legs were shaking a little bit, too. Was he scared or just nervous? Leon took long and quick steps towards nowhere in particular, he just needed to get away from his car. That’s when he tripped over his own feet and lost his balance for a bit, forcing him to stop. A familiar voice–much like his own, caught his attention as he noticed a pair of boots, exactly like the ones he was wearing, approach him. Look at you. It was like looking in the mirror–except this version of him bore a piercing look, on that sent shivers down Leon’s back. Pathetic little Leon doesn’t even have the guts to confront his own brother. How dare you saying he was your greatest loss if you can’t even bring yourself to fight for his memory? Too scared to let the strong part of you come out? Leon shook his head again. Remember how good it felt? Back at the beach… back when you took matters into your own hands? You felt powerful. It’s inside you, dying to be let out… that power.

Leon groaned. For one split second, he almost claimed those words to be true, but he managed to find within himself the strength to step away from the person who looked exactly like him and continue walking. What the hell was happening? Someone else was approaching down the street… “Hey–excuse me…” Leon pressed his shaky palm against his forehead, pressing his eyes shut for a moment, before looking at the person. With any luck, they’d only think he was having a bad headache or something. “Do you know how do I get from Main St. from here?” He knew exactly where he was, and being born and raised in Moon Island, he also knew exactly how to get there, but he just needed to talk to someone. To keep his mind occupied. It didn’t help that Spencer walked in from behind him and stood close to the person Leon was talking to. His presence alone making Leon take a deep breath.

[petravery]

The consequences of the solar eclipse in Moon Island were there for her to feel it. She didn’t know exactly what was happening, but the return of Damien, or what seemed to be the return of her previous alpha gave her a lot to think throughout the night and a lack of desire of comfort to actually fall asleep and get some rest. How could she when she felt she was in danger? When she wanted to keep herself attentive to what was happening in her surroundings in case she’d have to fight something or someone? Even when her eyes tried to close, she’d open them a few seconds later and whenever her body won the war and she was able to fall asleep, she would suddenly wake up with her heart beating faster. It was a horrible situation she didn’t want to go through again. So, instead, of heading back to her apartment the second night of darkness, she decided to take a walk. Even if it meant she could meet Damien again.

When he wasn’t physically there, he’d be in her mind, merging with other people’s faces. It was a nightmare to say the least, and that constant pull towards his words and his commands was even worst. That bad habit of listening to him, of caring about what he had to say about her was something she had been keeping to herself ever since the first time she saw him. Something she was unable to share with her new alpha. The one she should definitely trust. Walking aimlessly, with her phone on her pocket and her eyes looking around, ignoring when someone looked a lot like Damien or when his voice would haunt her again. 

Come back to me. Join us again. Don’t be a failure. You know I’m the only one you’ll ever follow.

And then, her attention moved to someone else. Leon. Focus on him. Try your best to focus solely on him. Petra thought while her eyes moved to stare at the man’s light eyes. “Hey...” His question made her raise an eyebrow and remain quiet for a second. She was in Moon Island for a year, he was there for almost his entire life, if not... his entire life. That was the kind of question that she assumed he’d know the answer. “You’re four blocks away from it. Are you... okay? Do you need me to head there with you?” Maybe she wasn’t the only one that had been feeling different. But she hadn’t had the courage of asking him if he felt the same, if something was also happening to him when in Petra’s point of view, her meetings with her alpha and accepting his words, only meant she was weak. 

[petravery]

emmanuelxalpha:

The weeks leading up to the solar eclipse left Emmanuel with a lot of worry.  He barely remembered what it was like during the last solar eclipse on the island, but he certainly remembered the aftermath.  All of the people around him talked about hallucinations and the drain it caused them.  So Emmanuel was more than a little worried about what would happen with the intense solar eclipse that was starting.  

Erring on the side of caution, Emmanuel decided to go to Squantum Point Cliffs to chain himself up.  Normally he preferred roaming the woods during full moons, but he wanted to be sure not to cause any innocent damage this time around.  When he reached the entrance he could smell that he wasn’t alone.  After recognizing the other as Petra he relaxed slightly, at least it was someone he trusted. 

As he walked towards her he could feel all of his hair stand up on ends.  Snarls filled the air as a cold “Everything’s going to be okay” found his way to his ears.  “Petra?  Where are you?”  He shouted after her.  Emmanuel wasn’t completely ready to come forward yet but the tension he could feel in the air was overwhelming.

Petra sighed. This wasn’t good. Any of this. She tried to focus on her breathing something that would keep her relaxed, though the fast pace of her heartbeat was sharing something else. Petra wasn’t one to be frightened by what could possibly happen to herself, but now, that she was hearing Damien and there was a chance he was there to hurt both herself and Emmanuel, she didn’t know what to do. And it was hard to admit that she wasn’t even certain of whom she could choose. If only Lexine was there, they would make the situation easier on Petra. And she could be able to calm down while thinking about her options. 

“Emmanuel...” She repeated his name while she tried her best to see him through the shadows that would come from the few the trees on top of the cliff. Her eyes moved faster, trying to catch a glimpse of either her alpha or the previous one. If she had to go through a fight, she’d need to be ready for it. I’m here, Petra. She heard again, the voice that would haunt her mind from the moment she was left to die and found a new home, a new pack. Here. She got scared by his proximity, her heart skipped a beat while her eyes stared at Damien. Why was he in Moon Island, what did he want there by himself without the whole pack. “Why are you here?” Her voice was loud, showing her frustration. And she didn’t know that this question could reach Emmanuel’s hearing. And that while she was seeing Damien, there was no one else there but herself.

And finally, the question pounding inside her head, came out of her lips. Why do you think, Petra? I’m here to get you back to our family. But, first you need to get rid off this pack you’ve been with. They are not your real family, they’ve never been.

With the palm of her hands against her face, Petra wanted it all to be over. It had to be a nightmare. “Emmanuel. Can you follow my voice? Or track my heartbeat. I’m near the edge of the cliff.” She replied. And once she looked up again, and her eyes were able to meet Damien’s she saw that grin on his lips. Yes, a trap. That’s smart of you, Petra. Bring the alpha here, only to take him down. As always, I’m proud of you. But that wasn’t what she wanted. It wasn’t what she was aiming for. Though she couldn’t lie and say that she had felt herself more comfortable when she heard Damien saying she was proud of her. “Please, hurry.” She murmured, more to herself than to help Emmanuel to find her. 

[petravery]

date: august 22nd, 2017 location: moon island shore availability: closed | @witchoftheisland​

Running seemed to be the wisest choice that day, she couldn’t work when she didn’t feel well and keeping herself active could possibly get her far away from her ghosts. It had been twenty-four hours of a constant nightmare after the solar eclipse began. Damien had abandoned her, left her to die in the middle of a fight, making her assume that it was her last task, something she should go through for her pack, for her alpha. Later, Petra had the knowledge that it was far from that, he just didn’t care that much about an injured wolf. It was the last time she had seen her previous alpha before she joined Lexine and later found her second home in the Mensah pack. However, there he was again. Haunting her vision, making unable to have a proper night of sleep, of going through her daily activities without considering the possibility that she was going mad. 

I’m the man that helped oyu become the powerful wolf you are. So, what? You’re going to ignore me now? Are you afraid of listening to my commands again?

His voice echoed inside of her mind and in her surroundings. If she could hate him, Petra would. Perhaps the frustration and annoyance of being left behind due to one battle that she had failed and got injured could be seen as hate. She didn’t know, she hadn’t dealt with feelings before; and now, that he was everywhere she went, Petra just wanted to get rid of that image, to let go of Damien. But she also felt tempted to listen to what he had to say. It had been like that for twenty-one years. It was the kind of bad habit that was hard to quit.

The sound of the music going through her ears were merging with Damien’s laugh, and the minute she closed her eyes to ignore that voice and try to focus solely on the music, she felt a heartbeat coming closer. Petra was too fast to stop, but she tried her best to do so. A few inches before she would bump against Dominique. Again, they were meeting against all odds. “It’s not safe out here.” Petra assumed, due to her own acts and disturbances inside her mind. And for a second Dominique was no longer Dominique she was Damien. She’s the enemy, Petra. They are trying to deceive you, this whole coven is lying to you. Her eyes grew wider as she shook her head. "It's not the best way to be out here, Dominique. Trust me."

[petravery]

date: august 21st, 2017 location: squantum point cliffs availability: closed | @emmanuelxalpha

The whispers had reached her ears during the week before the solar eclipse. She wasn't able to gather all the information about the gossips, but from what she heard it was about how the last time it had happened, it was followed by terrible consequences in the midst of war. Petra wasn’t one to believe in tales, especially those she hadn’t been there to actually see it happening. But from the moment the sun started to disappear and Moon Island was painted in a darker color, she knew that nothing good could come out of that. Unlike any other day, she was even more wary, trying her best to keep herself attentive about anything that would happen in her surroundings, knowing that while the previous full moon everything had been easier than expected, anything could happen during this solar eclipse.

Even if she wasn’t the kind of werewolf that would keep herself chained at the top of the Crescent Ridge at Squantum Point Cliffs, Petra ended up there. It was still the afternoon, and yet she could barely see the view she so adored. If it wasn’t for her phone and the moonlight, she’d be swallowed by the darkness that the sky offered in an unlike time of the day. “Everything is going to be okay.” She was enchanting while by herself, ignoring that voice inside of herself that sounded a lot like her previous alpha. Is it going to be okay?

Her skin crawled, just the sound of his voice made memories come back to surface and before she’d have the chance of moving them away from her mind, she felt a heartbeat. Turning to look back at the cliff, she could see a shadow but not its owner. “Emmanuel?” She tried, hoping that after this whole year, she was able to catch his scent, like she should. Have you betrayed me, Petra? Have you chosen another family? Again. Though she wanted to believe it was inside of her mind. It felt louder than that. In fact, it felt that it wasn’t even inside of herself. “Emmanuel, if it’s you. Just please come closer because this whole solar eclipse is already making me...” and she stopped. She couldn’t share any sort of weakness. And because of it, she kept herself silent.