"Luna Lyana?" Snow croaked from the empty passage of her Luna's wing. It had lost its colour and was now dull with cracks in the wall. As she got closer to her room, she noticed the door was wide open and there were blood stains just at the entrance that beckoned her to come in.
As her eyes glanced in, the first thing she saw was the Luna's lifeless body, her eyes held so much horror, staring at her, trying to tell her something.
The pain returned to Snow and she almost collapsed to the floor in shock and horror. But just when the Luna was supposed to be dead, she spoke, "Alpha…run…Snow…"
Corpses did not talk, but when Snow looked behind her, the axe was overhead, and it came down, crashing on her body. The last thing she did was scream and just like that, she was pulled out of the nightmare. Still screaming.
Pathetic noises escaped her being as soft whimpers as she took in the elements of her room. She was alive, unharmed, but again, she had seen the demise of her precious one. The tears poured in currents, gasping and shaking, she threw the sheets off her body, moving to the lamp that was now dimming in her room. She poured more oil into it and it flared alive once again.
Snow rubbed the tear away from her eyes and brought out the books she was given in the academy. She didn't join the session early enough so she had a lot of catching up to do if she was going to move on with a good grade. More tears threatened to pour but she sniffed back and flipped pages, grabbing a pen and working with it.
It was the dead of the night. No amount of comfort allows her to return to sleep.
Snow studied for hours, until the sun greeted her through the window, its rays reminding her that she need not be afraid any more. But dear Snow was tired. However, she rushed to get ready, she could not afford to be late. Her outfit was the same, the only thing that was different were the flower pins she used to hold her hair. The first pins she used were lilies, now she is using dahlias.
Finding the path to the school was not too hard, she reached there on time and there were people around as expected. As usual everyone stared at the strange pale girl with white hair, but that was not her focus today, but rather to learn. As she climbed the stairs to her class, she let out a soft yawn and wiped the sleep away from her eyes stubbornly.
It was at that moment her foot missed a step and she tumbled forward. Instead of crashing into concrete, she crashed into someone.
Utterly ashamed, she attempted to pull herself to equilibrium and caught the eyes of her saviour. Beautiful, brown eyes, full of nobility, but for a second, they glimmered with a softer emotion.
"I am sorry…" she immediately apologized for the inconvenience, but Nolan only cleared his throat, like he was about to give her a lecture.
"Use the stairs preferably with your eyes open." He went the other way in a calm hurry and she couldn't help but look back at him, to catch his retreating figure, his scent wafted into her nostrils and with a deeper sniff, she let out a moan. He smelled amazing.
But the irony, one of the boys she was mated to and met yesterday crossed paths with her today. And he was nameless.
As much as she wanted to daydream, she could not afford to be late for class.
As she entered the halls, eyes followed her but then again, it was not her focus today. She quickly sat as the lecturer was about to begin and that was where the war started. She sat in front of a window and the gentle breeze was indistinguishable from a lullaby a mother sings to her child. With every breeze that kissed Snow's face, her eyes drooped a little more, a yawn escaped and she was losing.
She would sit up multiple times, widen her eyes only to slouch not long after. But she could not fall asleep! For it was disrespectful to the one who was teaching her.
Fortunately, the class ended before she could fall asleep but she had to catch the next class. Everyone was leaving, and she rose to her feet, extremely groggy, she dragged her feet to the exit, but apparently someone thought she was too slow and pushed her aside.
"Move faster!" The voice was rude and mean and Snow had crashed into the wall, stunned, unable to speak for a while.
"Hey! What the fuck was that?!" another one, slightly familiar, cut through the air. Zev had grabbed the wolf by the collar and held him to eye level and a higher standard, "stop pushing girls you stupid idiot! Classless!" he spat before shoving him into the wall like he had done Snow.
Her eyes widened in disbelief when she saw it was one of the boys she met yesterday, the one with the golden hair, the one she had crashed into.
He stood up for her.
Zev's eyes met hers and all he did was grimace before walking away, he had a busy day.
And isn't it ironic? The boy that wanted nothing to do with her had helped her. They had met again. And yet, he too was nameless.
The classes came and went, she had one more class she was late for because she was receiving assignments. She ran into the hall, and had to sit at the back, where it was less crowded but harder to hear the teacher. She could not complain. And a few minutes into the class, the sleep had returned. But with no one to actually see her, she rested her head on the table and soon, sleep took over her.
The class ended and everyone was leaving. Snow was fast asleep where she had sat. The last person stood and was about to leave after going over his notes and noticed the sleeping pale girl. He didn't know her name but he met her yesterday.
Against better judgement, he moved closer to her, the rays of the sun were light upon her features and he was mesmerized, his indigo eyes holding amusement. His hands hovered above her, wanting to wake her up but he stopped midair.
He sat down beside her and placed his head on the table, facing her, his eyes never leaving her face. The expression on his face softened, tempted to touch her again, going for it but he stopped. He didn't want to wake her up. Instead, Xerxes watched her sleep, for over three hours.
He never blinked, he memorized her face as the minutes ticked.
Once the time had flown, Snow stirred awake due to the orange sun rays resting on her eyes, moaning slightly, a little drool sneaking out of her slightly opened lips. As her eyes fluttered open, she realized she had slept. And she was greeted with the most unique set of eyes she had ever seen. The colour so rare and beautiful.
The first thing she saw was his eyes. But isn't it ironic? The boy she had met yesterday, who said nothing to her, was watching her sleep. He, was, also nameless.
How long had he been there? How long more did he want to stay?